So much to say,
it gets drowned out
by lack of affirmation
that those with the spotlight
wouldn't dare give away.
CEO clout and war machinery;
Where are the true voices of my generation?
Don't tell me they've evaded us.
In the dawn, a whisper
By day's end, obscenely per diem;
yet, you won't see this on
the nightly news - this is dissent's
silent blues of a minority daydream.
Campaign to scrap the steel beams
of antiquated structures.
Their architecture is built to
lure our spirits and twist and
And, you may not have a chance to
Watch where you are when it starts;
kill them with kindness from
They hock bristling warm reports;
everybody sells more;
we ignore, yet love becomes lore.
Political stop and go semaphores;
frozen and deplorable.
Who is gonna save us from ourselves?
When the truth we ignore?
Is there deficiency of knowledge
in our genes?
It seems that we must acknowledge
the brilliance to share in its
Pushed like a germinated seed into
blaspheme regime change begins at
Yet, my generation, we stand here alone;
forty-seven million strong;
we're not missing.
Deprecated in crisscrossing
wakes of double-speak,
sensitive opinions measured
and economic seizures.
Lauded by leisure into pieces.
Thanks for the service-based economy.
The story goes Amen to Amen Hotep,
and they own this Kremlin step,
and they own that Washington
we're left of center and centuries
We've been lent better assurances through kismet.
Got singing quartets
synchronized on notes of recovery,
hell bent on the sheer sentiment.
My generation is too smart for it.
We've been numb enough
throw out their codeine;
redeemed through this poetry,
even as their supreme plan for
the world loses steam.