My generation will not be known as great

We will be known as trading our umbilical chords for Ethernet cables 

For tweeting to start a revolution

Finding ourselves not in our jobs but in our relationships with people

 

What greatness lies in there?

We will have no homes with white picket fences and a family.

Working in a city of filing cabinets so some human less company might find us valuable

Those were someone else's dreams.

 

We are not great because they say we are not great.

 

But here we stand, convinced that

Our generation holds no power

That our emotions are less valid, that our ideas less valuable

Because we're not like those who came before

 

We're connected. We can't escape It so lets use it. 

Lets break down those walls that divide us

Lay down our weapons and stretch out our hands

And accept our brothers and sisters

 

We won't buy happiness,

We will find it in the words we speak

In the places we've been,

In the people we love, in the art we adore

 

We're going to fix these broken homes

Build up the people of this planet

Because as of today we no longer have borders between people

We only have the illusion of borders

 

Today my generation stands

Ready to take on the world

To right the wrongs that have plagued man for generations

All we need to do is realize we can.