The Youth Are Not Alright
“The Youth Are Not Alright” Give me a knifeAnd I will stabGive me a gunAnd I will shootMy way out of this painTaking fifty of theCockroachesWith me as IThrow my lifeOnto theBurning trash heapThat is my generation’sLot in this world:IntifadaPandemicGenocideWarI have lostSo many partsOf the self I wasPromisedStolen at gunpointLeft with nothingBut vibrating emptinessOpen wounds … Read more