A DEAD GENERATION

When words fall out of my mouth like pearls falling in the moonlight
  they sound like poetry.
 How can i control them when i was born in a dead generation.
Where people say what they dont mean and mean what they dont say.
Where social media and technology matter more than relationships.
Where people fake their lives just to impress the crowd.
Where materials matter more than actual happiness.
Where shame is displayed with pride.
Where  people cover their phones more than their bodies.
Where people protect their image but not their souls.
Where deception is a replica of the truth.
Where kindness is a weakness and arrogance is strength.
Where love is a game and hearts are a playground.
Where colour,race and creed divides people.
Where other lives matter more than others.
Where religion divides people instead of uniting them.


A generation where love died
A generation with no pride of its culture and heritage.
A generation cursed by what is supposed to bless it.
A generation where people give with cameras flashing in their faces .


A dead generation which makes me wonder if i come from the past or the future
I am ashamed to belong to my generation.
What is there to say about my generation.
We neglected whats right.
Ran away from our pride.
Found solace in the darkness.
With no fortress.






UNLESS WE CHANGE OURSELVES WE WILL LIVE FOR NOTHING
AND CARRY THE BANNER OF A DEAD GENERATION AS A SYMBOL OF OUR EXISTENCE.