Generation Objector

We have complexity with our life,

Everything ignores the constant strife,

We shall not lie nor kill nor fight,

we repeat so like our times tables,

We need to value those who aren't able in our world,

It's not all right to say ideas and take them being hurled,

Femininity is as if we are stabbing you in the back,

And now it's as if it is not all right to be black,

We have a troublesome generation;

it is a frustration that evolves into expectation.

Depression has grown into some form of social recession,

it's not coll nor cruel it's sad but fixable,

You want to catch back it likes it is a fact,

but in fact you need to stay intact.

It is evident that everyone is acting like this is a predicament,

it is not. It's bigger, it's an erupting volcano of knowing and failing,

We can fix this,

Stop crying like you're dying and begin your aligning:

The thoughts, the loss and all of this cost,

It is inevitable that we will become a mess,

Unless, we focus on killing this bundle of prejudice and stress.

And now, it is faded, we made it,

We aren't stuck in a pool of others dripping luck,

And instead we've won, we've got it on;

like we are the monarchs of this struggle,

We have stopped saying no,

And started saying Wo-

at the things that are changing, and that are ageing.