“The Youth Are Not Alright”
Give me a knife
And I will stab
Give me a gun
And I will shoot
My way out of this pain
Taking fifty of the
Cockroaches
With me as I
Throw my life
Onto the
Burning trash heap
That is my generation’s
Lot in this world:
Intifada
Pandemic
Genocide
War
I have lost
So many parts
Of the self I was
Promised
Stolen at gunpoint
Left with nothing
But vibrating emptiness
Open wounds dissolved
In a cocoon of translucent hurt
Where are the wings
Of pastiche and hue
Where is my beauty
My flight
Buried alive in anger
Waiting without hope
For the daylight
Judge my hate
If it soothes the voice
Whispering
In the night
Murmuring
In your heart
Cast the stone
But my wings will come
And this, too,
Shall pass
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