The world has put immense pressure on my shoulder,
The failure of the preceding generation,
Has given us their heirs,
The sceptre and also its burden.
We shall no longer rest in the shade,
But become the bearers of light,
Sheltering the weak,
Awaken the ignorant.
It is our fate,
To shed hate,
Save man from his imminent doom,
And his home, the planet.
the future lies in our hand.
Pick the pen and the sword.