Caged Generation
Inspired by the unrest in the United States and the bravery of the BLM movement in standing up against oppression!
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Another spirit taken,
one more life forsaken!
When will the violence be enough?
An ancient storm is breakin’,
the fervent rage of a caged generation!
Set me free!
I have opened up my eyes!
I can see what you took from me
And my soul’s re-energised!
Revitalised!
No more will I be
Infantilised!
This is my last stand and I
Won’t go quietly!
Take the wicker from the basket!
Fashion yourself a new reality!
Break the system into fragments!
And rise against their cruel brutality!
Everything you are was meant to be!
Every wound a scar that’ll set you free!
Your blemishes are callouses,
a hide worn tough
cast tight around the bones
of a warrior who’s had fucking enough!
Defiled at the border
Divided in the name of order
When will the violence be enough?
And lost amidst the horror
Is the face of another “misplaced” toddler!
Set me free!
I won’t be a party this time!
I can see what you’ve started
And I won’t watch another genocide!
I will take a side
And I will
Join the tide
Marching to an anthem
That we won’t sing quietly!
Take the wicker from the basket!
Fashion yourself a new reality!
Break the system into fragments!
And rise against their cruel brutality!
Everything you are was meant to be!
Every wound a scar that’ll set you free!
Your blemishes are callouses,
a hide worn tough
cast tight around the bones
of a warrior who’s had fucking enough!
You feel so safe inside
the lies you’ve deified
but even words wrought in stone
under enough force
will shatter just like bone!
There’s nowhere left to hide
this course is justified!
supremacy denied
and now we wait to overthrow!
We’ll melt your throne down into bullets!
We’ll turn your gold into guns!
We’ll take your dogma and disprove it
And you’ll live to see a crimson sun!
Your world will be a footnote
and a liberated hand will write it
because people like you went for the throat
and we fought on despite it!
© Steven Mailer 2020
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