Woeful and wide eyed,
with their weary whispers.
“What will we do when…?”
What can you do?
The clock has struck 12.
Time has run past it’s former self.
Too little, too late.
Nothing left but to wait.
Emboldened and pissed,
THE YOUTH ARE COMING.
For the old, white and rich,
THE YOUTH ARE COMING.
New rebels born into an old rebellion.
No cause speaks louder.
No effect will silence.
“You lost your turn.”
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