Save Our Souls

We are a weird generation.

Where countless happy faces
Are decorated with sad eyes;
Where the nakedness of the body
Hints at a desperate desire
To strip the emotional heart free;
Where joy is a flickering light
That shines unsure at hugs and 'hi's
But dies indefinitely at 'goodbye's...

Yes, we are a weird generation.

Where our dreams are obscure
For choices and plans are many-
A little too many to commit forever;
Where relationships are illusions
To comfort loneliness at silent midnight;
Where the peace argues the darkness
At parties with drugs and drinks galore...

A weird generation indeed.

Where we request second chances
To play the same selfish game again;
Where the numb mind hastily begs
To work and pain some more;
Where we willingly lose ourselves
To the race for riches in confusion...

Where lies are white and truth, black;
Where fear and distrust is all we have.
Where friends are foes and foes, alone;
Where knives and guns are all we have.
Where death is easy and living, hell;
Where blood and poison is all we have.

Where forgotten sleep is all we have
To stand on our trembling feet;
Where tear-soaked food is all we have
To trick our endless hunger;
Where abundant hate is all we have
To find and fall in love tomorrow...

And yet,
We are a very weird generation-
On the verge of becoming weirder still.

~Swathya