This Could Be It

There could be so much progress in the world.

This could be the age in which we change everything. 

The blood of our generation is boiling,

because we are the generation

that not only has to the power to communicate,

but to connect.

As one—

a whole,

a surging tide against the gravities we face.

Our thoughts are no longer simply that;

they are words,

they are actions,

and they fill every corner of every box in which we find ourselves.

We, the youths, the solemn soldiers, the Game-Changers.

We are the children who must stand and mourn for Michael Brown.

We are the era that must shout for Trayvon Martin.

Because we are the generation that knows.

We could do and be so very much. 

We could the future that they talked about in reverie.

This could be it.

And yet, we linger.