My Generation

I come from a generation
Lost and bewildered
Broke, broken and braille
Where heart is just a toy
And dreams are unanswered
Where life is a marathon
On legs of ignorance
I come from a generation
Where flowers don’t smell
We quench our thirst with revenge
Water is so overrated
Where world is heating up
Yet people are turning cold
Where words, not bullets make holes
I come from a generation
Where no one is ever sure
Of being sure about facts
Where tears are fierce instruments
Lying, lynching and leeching
Where religion is still thriving
Where no one is ever whole again
I come from a generation
So vulnerable and sick in heart
Where vanity is the only end
Where rain not only grows wheat
But also pain in the chest
I come from a generation
Which is a masterpiece of broken art