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My generation As of right now We could be called Children. And I suppose That’s what we are Children of a doomed future.
Brother, father. A son and daughter. See, fresh water. Look, there’s an otter! What’s an otter doing underwater?
Human connection has deminished and now all we have is technological connection. Emotion no longer a human characteristic, but a nuisance. Love is now a foreign language.
Comb through your luscious, red hair, And find me lying amidst those tongues of fire, Betwixt the very sand and sky— I could just cry, For in due time, I’ll fall for human physiognomy,
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
Hands on the keyboard Frantically keeping up Connecting with words