Fears and hopes of a generation – K.B

 

The heart is a sanctuary

 

Fears and hopes of a generation

 

 
Our dreams are locked up
In a box,
Us is the left aside youth
From political decision,
Older people decide on
Our fate.

We march for climate,
We rise against totalitarism
Because all of that leaves us
In distress.

Our soft eyes saw too much,
Our deft ears heard too much,

The head is exploding with migreans,
The body is getting weak.

We want to escape from this system
Condemning our vitality.
They give us a fake purpose.

One day fit and sourrounded
By admirors,
The other sick
On a bed
Alone under
A cold window.

Yes, our dreams
Are being stolen
To make profit .

We just want a better
World than this thing
Created by war and conflicts
On every line.

We drown our despair
In weed and cocaine
And sex and alcohol
And endless parties
Where we drown…

Look , a bubble of air
Coming to the surface …

 

 

K.B
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