new poem

We are the future of us all

we are the generation who is destined to fall

we are the present’s invokable call

we can’t be heard through the last generations wall

we destroy ourselves without remorse

we set sail on an unchangeable course

our parents have made us who we are

they have locked us up behind concrete and bar

suicide and drugs seem our only escape

we all go out with chalk lines and yellow tape

all victims of depression and anger

some are popular some the more stranger

we all grow up whether we want to or not

because of who we are, our generation is destined to rot

in the heart of the world we are a blood clot

in the world of light we are the dark spot

we plague the world with our youthful soul

we let the rest of the world pay the toll

and as we sit in a room and pack a bull

the devil and God push and pull

religion here, religion there

who are they to stop and stare

we get upset a lot for people who don’t care

so we cry in our rooms and let our music blare

our generation is lost and afraid

and we all have to lay in the bed we made

but sooner or later we will begin to fade

as the next generation blows through us like a grenade

-TFP47