© Amber Kalkes 2015
YOUTH}
There is no future, there is no past,
There is only this moment about to pass.
A woven web in which we are trapped,
To be served as lessons we are wrapped.
Keeping secrets and telling lies,
We sing to ourselves stolen lullabies.
No honor left in young bones they say,
I find no truth in the older mouths today.
You speak in riddles and insult with rhymes,
This is a symbol of our broken times.
We pick up a pen, paper and ink,
We refuse to show you evidence that we think.
In this hour and on this day,
Over this world we will pray.
Not words of recycled pasts but ones of truth,
For we are the angry, tired and inspired youth.
