thoughts on clouds

Coup!

We are the youth
We are the silent sufferers sitting in wait
We are the tears cried every night
The sweaty palms and the shaking bones
We are the angry youth, shouting and talking about
Don't patronise me, don't pity me and don't you dare underestimate me.
We are sick . Sick and tired of being ignored.
Sick and tired of being treated like children
We are screaming and crying out for help
And you ignore us
You tell us it's okay
Drink water it will be fine
It will not be fine
Water can't douse the fire in our hearts
Your negligence just lights or sparks
Makes us burn even brighter
With fury
With rage
We want change.
We want to be the change.
And you oppress us .
You weaken our flame .
But we will fight back
Every single day .
Because nothing can make us give up what we believe in .
And you haven't seen nothing yet.