Poetic Justice

We are the future

The world rests at our fingertips,
The universe stands somewhere,
Between the depths of our soul,
And the tip of our tongues.

See we have dreams,
Dreams brighter than a string of
Dazzling stars that remain still,
A twinkle in your eyes.
See,
We don't need that twinkle,
Because we are that twinkle.

We are the artists of tomorrow,
Who paint the trees and the sidewalks
To our desired perfection.
The ones who colour a world,
That exists of only black and white.

The musicians,
Who match our voices,
To the rhythmic sounds,
Of the wind and the ocean.
Hope lies in both our highest,
And lowest register notes.

The writers,
Who hold the night on our pages,
And the stars in our ink.
We place light,
Where darkness was once alone.

The healers,
That take all that's broken,
And mend it back together,
With a delicate look in the eye,
A caressing touch,
To the torn apart.

The loud voices,
That can aimlessly wander,
Upon dismal places,
Of frowns and being downs,
But we walk into the rooms,
Of those who refuse to listen,
And we make them listen,

Stories of greatness and conquer,
Over nations,
Are not meant for us to read,
Because we are the ones,
Who are supposed to lead.

Dead flames, we ignite,
Broken stories, we rewrite,
Empty words, we recite.
See,
All was broken,
And we restored,
Renewed,
We took all the unknown,
And we turned it into our own.

We are the generation of
Mismatched raps,
And we put all our letters in CAPS.
We walk with swag,
As they call it,
And truthfully,
It's just to brag,
To show the world,
That fear flows not in our veins,
And quiet stirs not in our souls.

We are an admiration,
We are living pages of inspiration,
We are a never ending continuation,
Because it lies in our stars,
To carry the entire world
As one steadfast nation.

Our purpose,
Is to be the ones,
The ones who conquer the world,
With only our box of dreams,
Our string of hopes,
And our key of desires
By our side.

We need no swords,
Or weapons,
No destruction,
Aanhilation,
Eradication,
Invalidation,
Because why destroy a world,
That is only in need of healing?
Of adjusting,
Restoring,
Amplifying?

We are the fearless warriors,
The inspired artists.
The dauntless leaders,
The heroic restorers,
The compassionate healers,
And the ones who fix,
A world in need of fixing.

We are tomorrow,
We are the generation to conquer,
What no generation could conquer.
We are the future.