The Lost Word Generation

The lost word generation eats anything they can get their hands on and gets an upset stomach. Since no one knows how to cure [they panicked], made him drink, a glass of water mixed with gold dust. It cured his upset stomach but made him suffer with diarrhea. The generation abandoned word yells but they cannot communicate their thoughts, they grabbed the rifle and aimed one another’s heart. When they fell to the ground, shells from the rifle chamber, surprisingly, marked with peace symbol scattered all over. The generation who knows no word communicates with finger tips, why do they leave so many fingerprints? though no one asks for evidence. When, they are arrested for some minor offense, and as cop's search progresses, there where counterfeit money, marijuana and antisocial manifesto scrawled with a cobra’s fang, falls out from their pockets. The generation that goes before the word enjoys material abundance that previous generations bestowed after they underwent all kinds of hardship to attain. They jump, hop and run to and fro to the field of abundance scattering their tattoos and fluttering their hair. Their words are an ugly monstrous beast’s bawl, they gratify their lusts with the words of blasphemy they shout to demolish the God promised tomorrow, they rejoice.