I am part of the “make-it” generation.
A group of beings whose profession is in procrastination.
We roam the streets staring into our black mirrors
Waiting for the latest Vine and Tweet, craving for
Something bigger. 40 years ago our parents played with
Tires and roads, but now we play through computer codes.
We are part of the Divided States of America.
A land ruled by God and his objects of affection.
People who are afraid of divine rejection.
America, the land of the Brave. New World
Who saw opportunity in blood and honor in corruption,
We have Freedom from Want, but want to be free.
A nation of stubborn elephants and donkeys.
Us Americans exist in an absurd universe searching
For answers, but acquire none. A quest for comfort
On an indifferent rock. A home for no one to own.