My Generation

My generation I have found refuge in this pen and paper, On which my heart bleeds and oozes emotion, Seeking hope in the power of imagination, From this mental and political pollution, All hopes to be a renounced diplomat, shattered by corruption, Because l don’t have the connection, Seating on my honors degree, miles from satisfaction, My generation needs – my generation needs, Affection and redemption, Redemption from these claws of segregation and polarization, Piracy and heresy, My generation desires a revolution, A revolution desires a voice, A voice is blossomed by choice, Bullet or ballot, our choice has been stolen and taken, Like an aborted baby, denied its first cry, Miserable mothers refusing an unborn baby just a little try, Little try to change the world, Little try to wake the giants within them, My generation has been aborted.