Where are the revolutionaries?
Where is that movement that happens with every generation?
Where is the fire?
Vapid and apathetic Emo scream.
Is this the best you can do?
As your future and rights melt away before your dark eyeliner eyes.
What has happened to this generation?
Why are they so quite?
As things become worse, don’t they know about the 60’s?
They stare and drool into their MTV mastabatory lives.
Buying and buying, taking and taking spending and spending.
Becoming the flock
That has no history.
They sit back and wine and nod their pretty pho hawk heads.
And reply with a straight face and a vapid stare.
“Well, What am I supposed to do?”
As we all sit back and watch it burn to fuckin ground.