Our generation;your mistakes
The past our teacher
The present our lesson
The future our task
We are a generation
Deemed to save the world
Yet we do it
In hopes so vainly held
You were the soldiers of the past
And now we are the guardians of the future
But we were deceived
In ways only time could tell
You cursed us
With a thousand dangers
Took lives
Without heart
And crossed lines
That should never have been neared
And after all this
You tell us
We must mend the world
How low the eminence of man has fallen
To let this atrocity pass
Without eyes or ears
You simple let it slip
Between your fingers’ grasp
You tell us to rebuild
A world you destroyed
But yet you do nothing
But kill and burn
Your past
Is written in blood
And in your arrogance
You have killed thousands
And unless you do not stop now
Your future will hold the same
But when will you stop
To help the ones that decide it?
How far must we go
To prove that you were wrong?
What more evidence do you need
To prove you have put us all in harm’s way?
And even when that day dawns
The day you stop the bloodshed and begin anew
Those lines
Will not mend
Those dangers
Will not disappear
And those lives
Will still be taken
Because for your mistakes
We must now find a solution
Before it comes to an end
To all that we hold dear
Behold your abomination
You live it now
Must we suffer the same fate
You so cruelly laid out?
-Nick C.
Everyone is always talking about it. We are the generation that are supposed to mend and fix the world. But who broke it in the first place? Not us. The generation before us. And before them and before them. This was a poem for them, reminding them how hard they have made life for the new generation, and if the previous one can help fix it too. And by the way, I know I have no sense of layout at all and I sound mean.
