The old men have made a potion The potion of love for affection They believe this will melt the ice The wall of ice between Generations The young generation of hatred Shows no compromise Forgiveness comes from forgetting Their hatred is not only in memories It flows in their veins No way for a bargain A rejection of the cure A denial of love The old men left the tryst With bad news and incompetence Incapable of treating their families Can't raise children in triumph Now they face their fate The hate of the new blood Will powerfully remain Today no compromise Tomorrow blood presumedly