Gen Z

Wed, 01/02/2019 - 21:57 -- Halah

This is us, a black hole for a face.
Wear too much makeup and you're a public disgrace.

Hide behind our platforms or use them as our voice.
The time has come now where we have to make a noise.

To the orange man we're sheep, but these sheep have a brain.
We use them for our power and watch him go insane.

We write things a bit sloppily, but we're running out of time.
If we don't do something, we'll watch as we all die.

But of course, that's what they want, isn't it?

They want to silence us & make us all unknown.

Why do only the rich have power? 

Money cannot help you.
It doesn't make you better; it'll likely make people hate you.

But it depends on who you are.

"Do you have battle scars?"

No visible ones; they got to my mind.
"Then why wear that hat old man? After all, we all just die."

What happened to the cold?

That's right, the man in charge deemed it fake,
"FAKE NEWS!" sealed our fate.

Now we all must live in heat
& watch as the rich get to eat.

Most of us are in poverty, but they aren't affected, so why should they care?

Hopefully one day they'll see that they aren't the center of everything.

Look to the youth, we change the world,
yet slowly watch chaos unfurl.

To our horror we look on because
"you don't know what you're talking about, you're too young."

Too young to see all shot to death, but
"Guns are great! Let's buy 10!"

We're "too young" for a lot of things, but to change the world, we're right on time.

This is us, we speak up or get called out, we're the generation that fears no death.

One day we can look around and see how a few people singlehandedly changed history.
This is us, we are Gen Z.

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world
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