(no subject)
I’m not particularly pretty
can’t sell my face
to an ad company
but i can think
and that’s far worse
cause guess what fucknuts?
our generation is coming for you
and now we’re widespread intellispawn
You can’t own our brains
try as you might
there’s always the fighter
hiding in the gutter
poor and downtrodden
But while you lit your life forward
with gilded slave labour
in the shadows we gathered
constantly telling
the ones who come next what happened before
and someday someone will want to know
what people like you were doing
right now
tthe one who spoke truth
of an individual
who didn’t matter
in this universe
just a blip
On the radar
of the cosmic expanse
try as i might
there was no way for me to reach the people
who had the power
to prevent evil
i did my best
writing love letters
to all those before
and to those yet in a form
to walk upon this planet we call home
the mother who grieves our selfishness
for betraying her so viciously
violently fighting
our cousins and brothers
our aunts our grandpapa
the rich and the poor
Us and them
the epic battle of life now
that is fighting for change
to expedite this next level
of understanding how to breathe
with the other