Mourning of Youth

Unheard crys echoing through the night.

The mourning of unwritten futures.

Of opportunities denied to us too young

For life is for living,

Yet we live not for ourselves but for others.

Told that selfishness is a crime,

Yet there is no crime in losing our passion or soul

To serve the world

Not the true world,

but this place we have constructed

Pieced together out of steel and oil

Understanding nothing beyond its own greed

We hold funerals in our hearts of who we used to be

Before we became too connected

Too conscious of our place in this 'world'

Stripping our uniqueness,

like a cog in a machines

Fueling our hatered of ourselves and others.

Controlling the masses by breaking their spirit

The thing that makes us human

Trained to become robots

Fueled by addiction to numbness

And distractions of fake drama

A loss that is hard to reclaim

For the power in the world is held,

By those who understood the fact that

As a disconnected 'connected' society does not notice,

Their home being taken from under their feet