The Children
What are we supposed to do when the whole world comes crashing down? What happens when prozac’s not enough? When is it okay to be sad? So many questions with so many answers. We all have different answers to every question every time it’s asked. Nothing’s ever the same. Nothing’s ever perfect. You tell us that this is the best time of our lives and yet we spend every night crying. We’re not happy. Is this still the best time? We understand your reasons. We believe your lies. We fall into your arms when life becomes too hard and believe the bullshit you funnel into our empty souls. We are the children of your future.
A fallen angel is the only hallmark of your presence. With broken wings and a scabbed halo, he is the symbol of your views and your accomplishments. What can we do with a legacy such as this? Sometimes Band-Aids and a kiss isn’t enough to heal the wounds of the psyche. You’ve shattered our world and you expect us to fix it with a roll of Scotch tape and an education. We’re not like you. Our soul wasn’t nurtured. Our mind wasn’t babied. We were forced into a world of hatred, arrogance and despair. We inherit your filth. We are your children. We are your future, your past, your present. Why must you kick us so? Why isn’t our goal good enough for you? Our lives never seem to suit your needs. Does it not matter that this is OUR life, and not your own? We are the tears of your God falling onto the dirty mirror of this earth. We are the children of your future.
A shattered glass is the terrain for our journey. We travel to survive. We run to escape. We hide to weep. You tell us our life is good. You tell us to smile. We have no smiles left. We are the children of broken dreams and doomed futures. Why must we have eyes like your own? Our eyes are gray in the shadows of you. We no longer have the blue eyes of your perfection. Why is this our fault? We look to your God and we see a broken judgment. The cracks in your faith and the lies in your heart. We see the flaws and yet we are blind. Our cries reach only your feet. We kneel before you and we are lost in the dust of your retreat. Why must you leave us? We are the blood on your hands, the lost convictions of your youth. We are the children of your future. Why must you leave us behind?
The foot prints of your God are the craters of our loneliness. We sleep in the crevices of your shattered soul and we wait. What do we wait for? Do we wait for the inevitable Armageddon that you worry us about? We know no heaven. You are our hell. You crush our hopes. You spit upon our persuasions. We are the sin in your veins. We are the overdose of heroine that killed your dreams. Why have you made us this symbol of destruction and desolation? We are mere children. We fall down like flowers. Mowed over by your hatred, by your arrogance. We reach out and we are crushed. You tread upon us. Our petals, the color of blood, our tears, the soil. We fall to your scorn. We are broken. We are the weeds in your garden. Your words, the poisons in our roots. You kill our dreams, you kill our trust. And yet, We are the children of your future.
The fallen angel, the dirty mirror, each a symbol of the decay of your ideals as you trample the thoughts and dreams of your children. We will be the leaders. We will be the creators. We will be your God. You beat us, you scorn us, you kill us. A shattered dream, a stolen hope, this will be your legacy; this will be your remembrance. We shall not forget. We know no joy, we know no smiles. We are pain, memory and sorrow. We are the children of your future....and you destroy us.
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