Words by Stoic Facade
Art by Kathy Lee
My dad once asked me, what’s it like to be born in the 21st century.
And I went to answer… But I knew I shouldn’t answer honestly
You see my Generation was born into to an era filled with hate
Yes our standard of life is better, but our obstacles were just as great.
Our mistakes, they live on forever
Our conflicts, they change like the weather
Our mission, requires no successor
Because we didn’t inherit the earth, we inherited urgency.
We weren’t handed the baton, we had to take it forcefully
Our fate was decided before our time
Our shoes were sown before we were shown to fly
Because those before made decisions based instinct
Following the pissing contest between Franklin, Stalin and Winston
The world resources exploited
By ones who we appointed
Who made treaties and choices
Carrying around two faces, double jointed
In the effort to secure their wealth at the expense of the earth’s ecological integrity
Leaving behind a list casualties along the lines of a celestial catastrophe.
But now it’s our turn to speak our minds freely
Putting our hands to work ensuring we may leave a legacy
Because
We are sick of waiting for our turn to weigh in on the general Consensus
We are sick of waiting behind Karen, Craig and Gertrude, in the discussion about living expenses
Our future is ours to forge from the molten mess of our humanity
Grave stricken, out of touch with our own reality
When we speak our collective mind be sure to listen
Because our school strikes, will turn into university riots
And if you don’t listen soon, we will be the ones adding to the violence
‘Cause Our mission is to fix what was broken for us
So the next generations can flourish and not waste away like dust.
Hopefully they can live in an era that focuses on future problems and not past mistakes
It’s our turn to move and I ain’t gonna stand here and wait
