by ELI W. - September 12, 2019
We rise, not fragile and coddled,
Tearing away commercial gossamer,
Seeing the corruption before us
And not stepping down.
We are not weak; we are fighters,
Taking the world to task for what it has left us.
My tribe stands with one another
In solidarity and support,
In love and understanding,
Refusing to see so much taken from us-
Not our future
Not our planet
Not our neighbors
Not our friends.
We refuse to stay quiet in the face of hate,
But stand with each other in hard times and wait.
Though others cower in darkness
We see more than any before us:
Privileges are not for exploit or indulgence;
Our world is a starting ground
With patches to be paved and wounds to be healed.
My generation yearns to understand,
To see through the storm of persecution-
the burden of our generation-
A million other insulting misnomers.
We are radical but our demands are not:
Rationally, we ask for love and thought
On the impact we have on our earth and seas
How we should comply in our communities.
We have seen each other broken
By blue lights
And vices of another name.
Refusing to lie dormant
We heal and we rise
On the backs of those before us and look to the skies.
We will not watch the poor be discarded,
We will not watch the masses fall disheartened.
The world is not gentle, not designed for us.
Our fight falls on deaf ears all around
If not drowned out by discordant sound.
Refusing to conform to a culture of greed
My generation will fight to be freed.
Beneath that hazy fog we know
the world is more than concrete walls and strife.
We movers and shakers will not fall deaf to reason;
We listen to stats and think of our seasons
Shortened within our own lives.
Seeing tempests of hate only grow
We cannot ignore what we know:
Humanity has scarred the planet.
The past is not destiny so we call for those to listen.
Our ranks are waiting to rise up and fight
Those unconcerned with our plight.
Take care, demand change, whatever you can.
I know where I stand:
With a revolution of democracy and change hand in hand
I stand with the innocents robbed of innocence,
I stand with the generation that walks into school in fear
Knowing guns could always be near,
I stand with the generation, the warriors
That have risen to fight
For their future
For their love
And at the very least, their life.