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Generation Z


Seen as outcasts and rebels What is the root cause of this rebellion Parents taught us the best they could Yet children's still value technology over intelligence In these ages you need to be woke to stay self sufficient But we dissolving like effervescents With neither us nor our guidence having common sense Youth are committing suicide at rapid rates Raising questions to the system we live in Is it detrimental to us as human beings To confirm in a society made for a few To survive and thrive while children die No one bats an eye until it's too late And predictions go down as fake It's fate that we've accelerated the Earth's death date Yet we persist in our ways Blind to what the universe is trying to say We are mere grains of sand in the bigger scheme of things So as dust particles we should just flow with the wind But no generation Z is here to change things We are Indigo children who understand deeper meanings than our parents did Spend time away from technology it makes us sick Mind, body and soul were not created to be bombarded with different frequencies You may think there's no truth to poetry But truthfully we will never know Globally we need a change to show Otherwise our children will be out through the same cycle A brainwashing machine that's so subtle We won't know until it's too late No one will figure out things unless it's there pay grade We need to elivate and motivate To stop the degradation of our mental states I got a clear message through meditstion We are all part of something bigger Not just the solar system The universe has its own mission And we are privileged to have seen celestial images Before it would be thought of as witchcraft Now in the fourth industrial revolution technology is art The youth have more problems than I can count One of them being fast foods, quick access to any information at their finger tips And this is harmful and a fool will say it's harmless
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Mohamed Tahir

I'm a 20 year old interested in art, music philosophy and poetry.

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