Genesis's Poetry

#Generationalist ©

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  •  I once heard that Our generation will leave scar on the earth,
  • That the torch passed down to us would combust from the hydrogen that is our arrogance,
  • That the future mothers and fathers will fail their children starting a line of ill blood,
  • I heard from our predecessors that walking a mile in their shoes would be too far for us.
  • Everything sounds negative when said with a sadistic tone,
  • like a dull voice over the speaker of a busted phone,
  • our pro’s downsized, our cons swollen,
  • like slugs in massive quantities all over like pollen.
  • My generation is a revolutionary genesis,
  • A breed bred with a creed to succeed,
  • to strive, to conquer, to survive,
  • to show the world the difference between living, and being alive.
  • My generation will take their footsteps and turn them into miles,
  • will create an entire new world from their 4-wall based infrastructure,
  • Will make their technology more efficient than it’s ever been,
  • Will create a perfect world for our descendants to live in.
  • We won’t pester our children with depressing rules and regulations on how to live,
  • nor will they grow up subjected to any mistakes our predecessors made with us,
  • We will raise a great generation to raise a better generation,
  • Hopefully a brighter tomorrow with no segregation.
  • One thing our forefathers forget is, we learn all their lessons,
  • but have enough time to learn more than they did,
  • We have the potential to accomplish all the goals they haven’t,
  • the chance to efficiently make they breakthroughs they hadn’t.
  • Every generation has it’s line of black sheep,
  • consumed by corruption destroying what the hardworking create,
  • and every generation tries it’s best to rid the world of these hindrances,
  • but they will always be around, it’s the law of the universe.
  • Thou can’t judge what thou can’t be,
  • like how thou can’t describe what thou can’t see,
  • just because your generation gave birth to me doesn’t give you the right to judge me,
  • nor does it give you the power to control me as a person to ease your stress.
  • Who are you to judge whether or not I should be seen,
  • because of my modern dress code of polo T’s and baggy Jeans,
  • is it the rugged afro that I shamelessly flaunt?
  • then walk with me in the street we’ll count the compliments and taunts.
  • Were it not your forefathers who looked down on you?
  • were in not them that belittled you and criticized what you do?
  • You may have sat there silently as they forced obedience upon you,
  • but we will not share the same fate.
  • The day will come when the world is passed down to us,
  • and when that day comes, the change that they wanted in the world will be in fruition.
  • The dark clouds that they caste will be purified,
  • Leaving no shadow for our descendants to live in.