Screaming in the bleachers and the unveiled lechers can't even see what it is they're shooting at.
Juvenile blood spilt and a warrior waves a white flag but no ones sees the tears behind his eyes.
What happens when one tries to speak and the undertones.
The youth is stupid, scared confused, but constantly blame the whole.
Stop pulling me down and blaming me for your problems,
You created them, but grow old and never have the chance to stop them.
Why don't you stop telling me who to be, maybe then you'll finally be free.
Our underrated youth faces fires, just as you have.
So let us be.
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Dichotomy
PoesiaThe observant is always watching. Humanity is here and thriving, but our world won't be surviving our reign. Alive, but not noticed in living. Here we are. A new life, new words, a new start. Aug. 12th 2019 - June 18th 2021 Vol. 1
