cyanide eyes and sun kissed skin, burning under the lacerated ozone.
dry throats and chapped lips making them seem older than they really are. after all, their minds are already light-years beyond.
they shout their protests and fight for their rights but are drowned out by the olden ones.
they say, "you kids have succumbed to the evil one, so sit and do as you are told like we did with our mothers and fathers and like they did with their fathers and mothers"
they blame us for the hellhole that our world has become yet we haven't even been alive for long enough to explore the world let alone destroy it.
they try to shovel up what they destroyed in their time and blame us for what's happening; painting us as monsters when we are warriors.
using excuses such as respect that they entitle themselves with and wear like a crown.
i'm not trying to be disrespectful, i'm defending myself--something you were afraid to do.
so please, let us be.
let us bask in our era filled with ultraviolet chaos.
and dont tell us to stop just cause you find the ryhthym too loud.
instead let us have our smart phones and fancy scooters like you had your tie dye
shirts and greased back hair.
sure our words are laced with profanity, but at least it holds meaning to end this calamity.
