The Smartphone Generation

I dropped out of high school 4 years too early.
Was it because I didn't care, or because I was scared?

Genocide in Myanmar, refugees walk too far
Terrorism is a racist label sometimes slapped onto normal crime.

School shootings on a weekly basis, sullen sad and shrinking faces,

Maybe the Creepypasta made me do it.

My generation's hanging on, some like me have to watch it all

From afar, clutching onto our bongs and falling from the edges of our seats,
Our families were smart or scared enough to avoid the fires, leaving, fleeing to the edges of the world

Other countries became our homes.

Expats everywhere, but my age group is here for a different reason,
Y no es muy importa, pero ya apprendamos espanol, hay un razon; es que,
Others- Strung out and failing, left behind, screaming blind-

Staring death in the face every day, watching our parents come back from Iraq like they never even left the rat race

Sliding into our couches, attention paid to the PSA's with an extreme focus on
Melting teenagers, talking dogs,

Damn- they were high when they came up with those lies...
And I? I still can't stay calm in this f*****g world,
I grew up in this place that some still call safe, misguided attempts at staying content

With their, content...
Portending the greatness
Of their- continent....

Listening to other's

Contempt

And here we stay, yelling in the night
Marking our fate with Sharpies and blood
"When I was a kid, we cut ourselves for fun,"
Wielding our weapons, some have none

Yes, the pen was always mightier than an
AR 15, or a switchblade and lean
And here we are, presenting in our best,
Ignoring to the limit of our abilities,

The ignorance...
Trying our hardest, to cling to the map, passed down,
Disintegrating in our young f*****g hands, before we even get the chance...
It's getting a little too late to take a bite out of
Pollution, our evolution waning in the light of our chemically clear skies,

While some breathe in exhaust from tailpipes, exhausted of the

Disguise
And yes, I guess this is how we, the kids of the future, the Mars generation-
Class of '18, barely heard but always seen
In the most boring of lights, always reaching for
Unattainable heights, in our unsustainable plight,
The sum of which our parents went for on,
Their incline....
Yeah, well...
This is how we are defined.
Stuck in stucco, home invasion, global warming, we are legion-
Set in concrete, criminal activity, bloody suicidal fleet, mass murder and small-town shooters, riots in the streets and protests without looters...
Welcome to Generation Z, as seen on T.V., incoherent murmurs to the backdrop of SSRI-fueled murders...
Welcome to the future as we know it.
The best of the best only exist as we grow it.
I dropped out four years too early.
17, looking at a life not quite sterling.
I exist within my own limits, and my own fury-
Welcome to the end of your rope.. the metal yet to be tested,

For the battle yet to have set in.

Reviews

[DoormanDan]

This is very well written. and quite topical, considering what's been going on in the world lately. You're a natural at writing hard hitting lines, something that long poems such as this really need in order to hold the reader's attention all the way through. And your usage of poetic devices is strong and balanced as well. I can't really find anything major to recommend revision wise in this. Overall, great job, Lysergic. Keep on writing. :)

[Indra's Child]

Thanks dude, I really beyond appreciate the review. I think I actually wrote this at 3:00 Am when I was recognizably angry at the world.
I think I can try and perfect the rest of my writing, but it never ends up as good as something I do fueled by insomnia and coffee somehow.
boop booooop
Peace to you

[Aries1984]

You explained well what so many of us feel in this piece. I love the line, "Yes, the pen was always mightier than an AR 15, or a switchblade". Ain't that the truth!