our elders outlive our youths
and we are left infatuated first,
then desensitized
to the menticide that is to see your own death replayed on big screens, on tvs, in these streets…
because when one dies, the way in which we continue cannot be the same, it is not life
and all of this is survived just for them to tell you to move so they can wash the blood away
this is just one way in which they pollute your mind, erase your dreams, and tear down your sky
if you open your eyes, you now see that this game of life and death is only played for the entertainment of those who keep you in line
because my love, that “prize” could never be yours even if your name was engraved upon it
so now you know how to die before you have learned to live
and if accepted you are unable to recognize yourself, when you have helped an enemy, when you’ve murdered a friend…
because there is no silver lining here, not for us; just tragedy
and the cycle repeats…
however, this is not an end, because it cannot be
so the next time you want to lie down or turn your eyes
remember that acceptance is suicide and we cannot afford to die
not now at least
in these times
when our elders outlive our youths
understand their attempts to erase you
because even if in disbelief, you know deep down that you deserve to grow old, to live long enough to dream