Change

The generation is conditioned
No will to live, no will to die
The voices spoken inscribed from inbreeding
Cataclysmic virtues lies in wait
Even the skies are shedding tears;
Tears of struggle & awakening
The sun watches as it's light is put to waste
While the moon is ever the gloomy one
I wonder what happened to the fire, the flames & the burn?
If I can't change my fight,
I might as well change my light and see if darkness would be illuminating
For what is sight unseen but seen?
What is victory without it's warriors?
No vices to cherish, and no leisure to attain
Bleakly & backwardly it dives
When authenticity is denied, should not mockery be king?
A pot is simply a pot, but it serves two purposes
Recline to this request & dislodge it's footing
We can go, just as we come.