I was rather hesitant to post this poem because I was concerned people would be offended. The older generation of which I speak in the following verses is mainly a reference to many of the political and business leaders on an international scale, but also on a local/national scale. The world being left to my generation is not a stable one, but I have faith in my contemporaries that we have learned enough the make improvements and influence the generation behind us from reverting back. I’m not saying that everything is bad, it is just from my point of view nothing is improving, money is that damn thing we hate to love, and the road is full of big, rusty nails just waiting for my brand new tires.
I am the voice that today is ignored
But tomorrow will ring true
I am the mind in which a generation’s mistakes are stored
And believe me they do not number few
I am the one who will turn things around
And right all past wrongs
I am the hope you have not yet found
How dare you mock my choice of songs
I am the door more open than you
The one that does not segregate
The souls it lets through
I am your future and you are my fate
Balanced on my shoulders there is
An ever-increasing load
Composed of your failed ideas
The trash you leave as you walk this endless road
I am the day no one starves
The day prejudice is no more
The future explorer of the stars
You really should pay attention to me more
Lazy is what you call me
Ungrateful of what I am given
My faults outnumber fish in the sea
By my hormones I am driven
Blind is what I call you
Ignorant of what you have done
Your mistakes could block out the sun
Greed fuels all that you do
I am the rock on which humanity stands
Accept it or not it is the truth
And I will one day join my many hands
For I am all Youth
Verse Not Prose 