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.
Copyright © Su Ben | Year Posted 2015
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