Generation Y

Some of us look for thrills.

We start our hearts with black-box pills. 

There’s nothing left but time to kill on Rodeo Drive.

The grand jury’s list of who to forgive is based on your status

and color of skin.

We’re caught in a cycle nobody can win

it’s 1960 all over again.

We try to change but get distracted by 

using schools as target practice.

Different towns, equal tactics

with our fathers’ guns

it’s madness. 

We’ll shout it from the rooftops

(we are the brave, the broken, and lost)

Handed a crumbled government but our parents still blame us.

We haven’t trained but we’re in this fight.

(we are the kids and we’re never alright)

we are young but not hopeless.

we are young but not done yet.