It takes a blind wolf
To slay a righteous lamb;
Innocence and ignorance aside,
Time can abide
For a worldwide divide
And collision of pride.
In stride,
We guide ourselves to decide
Whether to see to the light
Or reside
In self hatred and scorn.
While our nations lay torn
And our families mourn
We dig in the thorn
For the chance to be reborn
Was long ago left forlorn.
“Generation X”
We’ve been handed a hex
But who’s to suspect
With such complex objects to annex our respects?
And I can’t began to perplex
What dares to come next.
