Génération Perdue

We are a generation

lost amidst the rubble

of the                            world

we                                 trade

our souls away

self                                center

bullseye

hit targets

hit bars

collapse on bar stools

drink it all

away now

far, far, away

far away

far away

from families

away from society

corrupted

we’re not

lost

you left us

behind

buried us deep

beneath ground zero

mountains of

red

white

and blue

clouds of black smoke

rising

clouded our eyes

only our ears

left to hear war drums

drumming

cheer on red horses

running

around the

bend but don’t

break the illusion

you dumbed us down

public school propaganda

white-washing blood-

-soaked history

standardized testing

punishing creativity

eliminating critical thinking

cutting art and music programs

programing us with Playstation violence

gladiator sports

and plenty of pills

when we didn’t comply

propaganda

propaganda

propagandized

to hate an ‘other’

but we saw our mothers

and sisters,

fathers

and brothers in their eyes

so we hate ourselves now

and cry

in our beers

because we were socialized

to fear

socialized

to wind up

lost

you wound us up

let us loose

now we’re

losing

generation after generation

keep losing

generation after generation

keep losing

our friends

our families

our minds

our time

never get it back

running out of

time

the hour glass is cracked

can’t patch it up

with yellow ribbons

and gi bills

the hour glass was smashed

just about

run out of

worn out

boots

were made for

walking

not stomping

left

right

left

and right around the corner

you’ll find a Santa-looking

Vietnam vet

staring at the sun

drinking cheap wine

and talking to ghosts,

the only folks who would listen

until I sat down

right next to him

bummed a smoke

and joined in the conversation…

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel.
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