generation z
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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
