A Part of Something New
I am a part of Generation Z and amending society
I wonder what waits for me after this inaguration
I hear voices in protest and anger
I see politically charged violence
I feel lost in a world so self centered
I touch the clammy fingers of all the victims
I worry as I come up into adulthood
I cry out for justice, for the weak and the silenced
I understand our world will never be at a cease fire
But I say that a stalemate is possible
I dream of a world free from war on the oppressed
I try to stand up and make a difference
I hope that someday that kindness will be welcome.
This poem is about:
Me
My country
Our world
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