Generation Lost by Kyle Wendt

(previously published in HavOC #1)

We are not a generation pissed off,

molotov cocktails through windows,

car bombs in mailboxes,

marching arm-in-arm down main street

as we bang the war drums in our chest.

We are not self absorbed,

sitting in technicolour houses

guarded by white picket fences and pink flamingos.

Robbed of a childhood at gunpoint,

they took everything.

Left us with just enough skin that it could stretch over bone.

We sold our senses just to afford a life.

Now we wander, blind like true justice, lost in the margins,

mongrels on all fours feeling for cracks in the foundation.

We are a generation of contradictions and oxymorons.

We are a generation of innovation, choked to death from behind.

We are a generation of world speakers without knowing a name.

We are a generation racing towards a future only to have our knees broken like it’s 1994.

We are a generation with a mouth full of tongues yet sewn lips.

We are a generation shown unspeakable crimes and told that heroes only live in comics.

We are a generation of zombies and vampires,

everything that goes bump in the night,

instructed to fall on the sword and expose our hearts to the sun.

We’ll be nothing but ash in a fortnight.

They won’t have to burn our names out of the history books.

We are not generation X,Y or Z.

We are Generation Lost.

Foto: Bild von Dominic Wunderlich auf Pixabay: https://pixabay.com/photos/demonstration-fridays-for-future-4891275/