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I weep for my generation
From the darkness they emerged
High hopes and joyful sighs
As we listen to their first cries
Envisioning the future potential of such a small entity
Praying our perception comes to fruition until it collides with the reality of society
Their purity blemishes
As we
Mark them with an X
Like those under skull bones
The symbol of death
Mystically embraced by urban attraction
And the whispers of mediocrity pierced through their ears
But In those words they think they have found a sound of literacy spoken to them like a self-
fulfilled prophecy
Ingesting the sustenance of hypocrisy
Tied up tangled up in the lies they have been feeding
Oblivious to see they are what they have been eating
A drought in the thirst for knowledge
Famine thwarting their matriculation into college
The heart ache of their heart beat echoes in their ravished bellies
Corrupt minds lead the blind
Sick to my stomach and it hurts
Greed over shadows common sense
Leaving others cent less
To be amongst the living is too big investment
To them life has toll
Instead of a token of peace
My generation is broken into pieces
The price of life steadily afflicted by inflation
So they filed for the bankruptcy of their future prosperity
Relying on a social safety net where
Work ethic and perseverance are foreign
My generation is too egotistically elevated for submission
So they throw themselves in the air
While society kicks away the chair
Unconsciously submerging themselves into a hole
Until their body is laid to rest
Their remains lifeless and cold
Some thousands of causalities have become a commonality
Desensitized to the cruelty of the situation
And the startling reality...Of what I call my generation