Tell Us

Our children are awake. When will you let them sleep? Saying all they want are just silly dreams suggesting they keep quiet and go to sleep while you deal with the poorly guided naive adolescents corrupted by distress when will you see them as more, instead of less? Providers are worried, and guardians are stumped how will we ever grow out of this construct? scripted from here, some taken from there we’re not a collective we just put most things in gear can we get past this made up illusion That what we’re doing will never end in an conclusion? We come together over and over, trying to heal with mass exposure but we’re suppose to be asleep. Aren’t we suppose to keep quiet? Can we really solve this by keeping our youth in silence? How long will you be in this stump? How long can we keep this up? Whatever, we’ll go back to the board Hoping to find some peace Even though we know people like you can’t even see voting for who you see fit The person with “the best last name” that could carry on quiet that continues to harbor your observed violence one that we don’t wanna any part in Why does it matter to us so much? When all we’ve supposedly done is proven we don’t do well with much? When all we’re doing is trying to crumble the walls you’ve built left behind from our fathers. Never washed away by our mothers but then again we’re suppose to be asleep so we’ll keep quiet. delete our posts and vote for violence take our pride and leave it behind because mothers knows best, always worked with time we’ll close our mouths and hope for tomorrow walls still lingering the same question is yet to be answered when can we go to sleep? We know you barley know where we’ll be next week but then again we are suppose to keep quiet We’re trying so hard to look beyond violence Waiting for the time we’re recognized as more of a solution, and less of an allusion. But wait. Aren’t we all suppose to be asleep. We’re not to wonder where we’ll be in a week we’ll keep our mouths quiet, even though we know we won’t like it trying hard to forget that we’ve been left without positive guidance maybe we’ll try to sleep. lay our heads on ours pillows some red some blue over our wordless thoughts that we dare not spew with one last question we slowly lower our heads. One thought left we so often dread tell us tell us tell us When can we finally go to bed?