![]() Our generationA Poem by midnight reaper
They try to force you to follow their way, their system.
March in line they say and those who don't will be punished, but yet those who do march have nothing to march for, no benefits no nothing just blind marching. They who hide in the shadows oppressing and brainwashing a generation who is still young and flourishing do not understand what troubles run in their veins. Those who do not march in line one by one drown in the water that surrounds them and none even glimpse as they march to the end of a long and narrow road. Such robotic features are what many fear, but yet no one sees what we are doing and what we lay for our future. Soon the system would show no mercy to those who march and everyone will drown in the water and only a few will emerge unscathed. Our chance of success is slim, but if we stand and fight against the aging crooks who are too much of cowards to come out and even hint at why they wish to mass produce a generation into workers who ask no questions we may have a chance of saving a generation and in turn our future. So stand against, stand against what you believe is inhumane, what is unjust for this generation is still young and still could be fixed and we shouldn't think of them as either successful or broken for many of them are geniuses, but that will never seep through since there is already a predestined path given and no abstractions or flexibility to be given of how far they could travel off an already narrow road. So stand against and if not for your own troubles which run through you and pain you do it for the future of many more generations and many more geniuses.
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