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The power is with the youth.

By Mystik SerpentPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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I saw sorrow in my friend's eyes

we were so young, yet so drained and done

A generation that didn't know how to cope

with all the craziness of outside world

love was meaningless

truth was worthless

mercy couldn't be found

yet rage was everywhere

humans had turned into robots

strange with all their emotions

scared of every imaginary threat

they struggle to be a soul full of life

dis-eased children

depressed teenagers

polluted sky

and poisoned water

our Savior is dead

our elders are sleeping

Wake up my friends

it's time to realize that

our only hope left

is us.

sad poetry
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Mystik Serpent

Just a girl who tries to make sense

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