My generation

I have found refuge in this pen and paper, On which my heart bleeds and oozes emotion, Seeking hope in the power of imagination, From this mental and political pollution, All hopes to be a renounced diplomat, shattered by corruption, Because l don’t have the connection, Seating on my honors degree, miles from satisfaction, My generation needs, i mean my generation needs, Affection and redemption, Redemption from these claws of segregation and polarization, Piracy and heresy, My generation desires a revolution, A revolution desires a voice, A voice is blossomed by choice, Bullet or ballot, our choice has been stolen and taken, Like an aborted baby, denied its first cry, Miserable mothers refusing an unborn baby just a little try, Little try to change the world, Little try to wake the giants within them, My generation is being aborted. For the love of life we reach unreasonable heights We eat everything on the way like termites We please others and act as slaves to get our way And after accomplishing what we want they are put at bay We try to slow our watches as much as we can And we try reaching our goal with or without a plan We go on a race with other competitors And push them from our track for our offsprings What a continuous race life is And there are 100 times more the legs than brains Whatever time it may be whatever level Everyone can be compared to the evilness of devil We all wish we are the only one running and alive What all we can do for the love of life We all want our dreams and wishes to come true