All I see is

My generation

All the lust

The greed, the envy, and pride

The meek is thrown

And the good all died.

 

We see my generation as broken,

Hopeless, unfit to work,

And useless to the future.

 

We are personified with simple words

And those before us see us as failures.

Failures in education,

In society, and in religion.

 

Failures.

 

But honestly, I have to agree,

My generation is broken.

It’s lustful, hateful,

Jealous, and prideful.

 

It does not know kindness,

Nor appreciate the meek.

It knows no love,

And only seeks for simple release.

 

Releases in pleasure,

Of sex and fist fights,

To killing and hate crimes.

 

Now, I know what you’re thinking:

“You are part of this generation,

what makes you so different?

What gives you the right to say?”

 

Me? I am the difference.

With this broken generation,

I want to mend the pieces.

Where people broke apart,

And refused to look at the goodness.

 

To appreciate the meek,

And to love the weak.

To put time into education,

And less time in sex contemplation.

 

To pour love to my peers

And spend time with God of all the years.

To helping those in need,

And to make the change we need.

 

Yes, my generation is broken,

But I am not.

I can pick up the pieces,

And build the future we seek.

 

Becoming the change,

Than looking for another reason to hate.

A generation with hope,

Means something can change.

 

A generation of brokenness

Only means there is something that can be fixed.

So no we are not failures,

But a work in progress.