Generation New Man
A cool, elegant arrogance
Dwells in the eyes of the New Generation,
A knowledge of all that is best
And a scorn for all that is not.
They are the children of the Machine,
Their minds are cold and clear and hard,
Their hearts are hard and cold and clean,
They are the masters of the world.
They have no use for tears or laughter,
No use for love or pity or pain,
Their only god is Success,
Their only creed is Power.
They are the New Generation of Man,
The children of the Machine,
They are the masters of the world,
And they will rule it with an iron hand.
