My Millennial Generation

My Millennial Generation

Living and dying by our uses of substances,

Trying to fly in our abuses of cognizance

Our senses are cracking from sleep-deprivation

Our bodies dried out in chronic dehydration

And yet we’re still kicking from our pure caffeination,

while our souls are starving from the malnutrition of the fictional diction we trade with each other, calling it small talk, never knowing another.

Such are connections in a caffiene-nation.

Tweet your heart out, share this with them,

like and vote up all of your friends,

building social networks but then to what ends?

A culture of gossip, living in front of our screens,

looking down at some pictures

on our watching machines;

Our social lives dictated from the distance of media,

And our networks online like an encyclopedia,

While real communities

Represent nothing more

than tools to move up,

infected by poor.

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Those bums, we say, have made their beds.

But what of the cycle of having to dread

The very morning of day

cause it wakes up your hunger

and you're eating alone,

if you’re eating at all,

and your school doesn't care

cause you're dirty and broke,

And by the time that night falls,

you're ready to choke

All those people above you,

Most of them white,

Blessed with the golden glass of opportunity.

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Communities break into levels of life,

those elite, or those thugs,

divided and distanced by the money and drugs,

or the masses, the hard working classes,

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and the common denominator

it the chance to learn,

for job or for life,

And both must occur,

or babies never learn

the importance of caring

about something

at least

that's not

destructive

for

destruction’s the fascination of the juvenile mind,

but creation the goal of the elevated soul.

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This begs of us to ask

What culture do we create?

One of gossip? Addicted to oil?

Refusing manpower to stay in our towers

living for convenience on the crutch of the system.

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Ignoring the gaps, forgetting the poor,

blaming others for the hardships in store,

I thought I was good because I never was mean,

but the absence of evil is not the presence of right,

and ignoring the wrongs so we don't have to fight

means indifference

not to others, but to ourselves,

for we're all part of this world, and interconnected,

not just with wires

but with feelings and senses,

and internal fires

revealing intentions

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If they don’t burn out.

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if you're too cold, in body or mind,

if you don’t see the importance of warmth,

not just on skin, but in a smile,

sometimes you lose that driving force –

the reason why you do what you do,

energy emotion reason passion,

Whatever the cause of all your days' actions.

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But today, it seems,

the implications

of our daily actions

are shaded and hidden

by countless distractions,

physical satisfactions,

ignoring the mind,

forgetting the soul

for financial transactions,

battling class actions,

and especially interactions;

they all mean more than they mean,

and ignoring what's unsaid

or how something's said,

or what's said not with our words,

but with our habits, our actions,

because for each one,

there’s a thousand reactions,

and those we don't see may mean our downfall

may herald the sound of our own devil’s call.