Confession of the Gen Z

Fri, 04/05/2019 - 17:18 -- V. L. W

Little dots are all connected,

all around the world,

How come that from all those stars,

Only some shine more and more?

I can't see the stars,

my view's polluted,

Only the brighter ones,

grow and grow.

They feed of the poisoned air and smaller stars,

and still make more and more.

Through my young years I've seen a lot,

bullying, suicides, revolutions, wars,

And I feel more numb then I did before.

My generation is poisoned, poisoned by those before,

they call us slackers and addicts and so much more,

but when we try to rise up, speak up, clean ourselves, our souls,

they tell us 'shut up, let the grown-ups talk'.

Facebook and Twitter, those connections we hold,

they unite our voices, all around the globe.

We are not blind, nor deaf to reality,

we try to do something, to save our sanity.

We are not slackers,

we are no lazy,

we are just desperate,

we are Gen Z.

We are not childish,

nor are we loony,

Take us please seriously,

The clocks are ticking slowly.

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