The Generation

I've been getting into some poetry recently. So over the next few weeks I'll post the better ones I have in the place of my normal blog posts. Any feedback is welcome!

The Generation

"They call us lost. They call us lazy.

Borish, stupid, immature, even crazy.

They call us useless, and they call us worthless.

They bash us and whine, then tell us to confess.

They beat us and starve us, then underpay us.

Useless and worthless, and then homeless.

But the generation that hates us,

Forgot that they raised us.

Raging fights, flickering lights,

These are the streets of our home.

They ignore our conversations

Then complain about our phones.

They locked us in our classrooms,

And told us ‘don’t grow up too soon’

Cried out when we stood up for ourselves

And tried to make us change our tune.

They call us entitled, try to change our ways

We haven’t lived, just survived until today.

They drag us down, and fight our progress

Then laugh, ‘you couldn’t possibly do less’

But there is something they’ve forgotten,

With this generation they’ve tried to force in.

We’re just getting started, just growing up.

But soon they’ll be drinking from our cup.

They had their chance, they had their world.

But soon it’ll be going to us boys and girls.

Soon it’ll be our turn to lead the government.

It will be our own that we choose to send

They called us useless and worthless,

Stupid immature and homeless.

But now it’s our chance, our time to change.

Our generation, our lives, their funerals to arrange

For each generation must pass on from time

They lied and they died, now it’s our mountain to climb.

They hated us, fought us, cried out against us.

But they forgot they were the generation that made us."