My generation characterized by lazy loaferz the self-centered skinny jean swagg claimin loserz obsessed with meaningless status oblivious to the flawz of society out of control carefree unashamed frightfully brainless whilst revolutionary heroez who bled suffered and endured it all for your brighter tomorrowz reduced to nothin but fadin memoriez simply strangerz with talez of their daily strugglez replayed on abandoned unread pagez upon dusty neglected shelvez at the back of your conscious Wher is our revolution What shall come to be our defining moment Wher is our sense of pride What will be our gift to the future generationz to come .. Simply questionz that will linger on void of answerz yet quick reponse is guaranteed should you enquire the locationz to liquor and drug fest partiez irresponsible without any guilt fast to point out our youthfullness and time still left for us to reflect and regret should you begin to bore us with your lecturin Criticizin yesterday for all the failurez of today with itz empty promisez doin what we do best simply shiftin blame when all seemz lost and our dirty laundry is aired for the world to frown upon itz corrupted stench What else is ther to do when we can stand here with no shame and spray-paint it upon spoilt ballot paperz that it is infact our black president that sold us out like sheep to the slaughter house we follow the clueless that enchant us with beautiful liez to pointz of no return naive arrogantly blind to the obvious deceit Shacklez we wear camouflaged and presented to us in the form of freedom we are the new breed of slavez trapped in this prison of corporate mismanagement lustin for more paper in our pocketz but what value doez it truly hold when the last tree can no longer grow as mother nature has her flesh riddled with concrete from the urban junglez we roam on the daily hopin to find our identity perhapz a hint of what we can come to call our divine purpose but our illusionz of happiness fade faster then we can paint them yet optimistic we remain for the dawnin of each new day supposedly bringz with it new hope though the livez we lead are hardly enjoyed only lived in theory Would you question it if I told you that you need not worry just live for the day and hope for the best as scripturez rumoured as being forged predict the future bright so everythin will turn out perfectly alright Would you stand up and rebel against all of which seekz to lead you astray or will you simply go on with your head in the ground afraid to ruffle a few featherz for our leaderz these blood thirsty vulturez are ruthless in their quest for more power Would you be able to identify the point when you caved in and started believin in the liez simply because they are repeated so often they became truth deep down in your heart
Posted on: Thu, 13 Mar 2014 09:09:49 +0000
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