Millennials

We are known as apathetic and shallow.

We are known as thoughtless and crude. 

Connected to the world through a handheld tool,

forming opinions on matters that are deemed skewed.

 

In front of screens that cast a shadow,

On matters of how it is and was in the world.

We come off seemingly harmless,

but you are unaware of the fists that are curled.

 

The youth is all connected,

by something that has not been seen.

You see the devices being held,

but do not realize they hold a silent scream.

 

Silence that screams for the wounded,

silence that screams for the lost,

silence that screams for the broken,

who gave up because the price of screaming was too high a cost.

 

 

We use the screen as a portal,

a doorway where we can be heard.

A world where everyone has a valid opinion

and the stereotypes of age, race, and religion are blurred.

 

There we speak deeply of religion,

there we speak freely of race,

there we speak without recognition

of the assumptions based on the age of a face.

 

But the world doesn’t want to listen to the judgment,

of those who are so fresh and so new.

Thinking, “How could they have a valid opinion?”

“How could they possibly have a worldview? “

 

Like fish out of water, new ideas cannot breathe.

They choke on wisdom left by men of the past,  

and die before change can be seen,

but it is up to us to hold fast.

 

 

An idea is like a fire,

in the way it burns fast and strong.

While it may destroy the world around it

It creates new life before too long.

 

It is not that we are apathetic and shallow,

we see the world the way it is.

We see corruption, violence and sadness

yet when we try to speak, you call us kids.

 

It is hard to keep a flame burning,

when the wind howls strong in the night.

With each blow to our candle,

we become tougher and ready to fight

 

So we strengthen the resolve on our devices,

we let others hear, ask, and understand.

They are gasoline to this candle,

a united force with members that stand hand in hand.

 

 

The end result is something beautiful,

voices so powerful they cannot be contained.

Silence is replaced by screaming,

and kindles and kindles the flame.