My Generation

Splintered saffron and shattered skies; 
Reflecting a generation that forgot their youth 
   and burned the coda written  
before they turned cynical and scarred; 
Until necessity reminded them how to dream;

     With everything they have;

   Busted and battered blue skies 
  My generation was built on broken rules 
and rewrote what was already written 
before the world became scared and scorned 
determined to swallow budding dreams; 

          with everything it has;

    Never willing to follow a poor vision  
dismantled authority with our questions; 
      I guess it’s up to my generation 
        to change the game again 
       and remind the world to dream 
       
        with everything we have.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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