GenZ Rebellion

My handheld device

Shows me a glimpse

Glimpse of a rebellion

By GenZ and Gen Alphas

Our youngsters are on edge

They are tired of hope

Hope for a better tomorrow

Of which there are no signs

They know

Action speaks louder than

All the words and rhetoric

To ensure a better future

The best way is to show up!!

With climate dystopia

Temperatures rising

And Wars raging

There is indeed no hope in sight!!

Youths are doing

What youths do the best

They are rebelling

Asking for a systemic change

They are dreamers

Left with only nightmares

They are out on streets

To reclaim their dreams

Dreams of a better future

A better safe tomorrow

Afterall it is their future

Being gambled away

By senile politicians and greedy oligarchs

Young protestors are seeking

Accountability –

Who is responsible?

Who plundered it all?

Why isn’t education a priority ?

While defense budget is?

What are you defending?

If not the lives of youngsters?

Sending them to war fronts

For wars of not their making

Leaving them stranded in life

With AI enabled devices

(Which too predict only dystopia)

The pretense is over

They know no one cares

No one thinks of them

Their safety, their education

And their future

With a miniscule education budget

And crumbling infrastructures

And no teachers

They are learning faster on streets

The lessons of life and history

They need no textbooks or classrooms

To understand misplaced priorities

Are we at the tipping point?

That rare historic epoch?

Revolution isn’t being televised 

It is being livestreamed

Every regressive action

Is on record and on camera

Heartless political machinery

Turning cities into militarised zones

Waging war against its own youth

Such a deplorable shame!!

While the rebellion is spreading

Like a wildfire

All world leaders have turned

Blind, deaf and mute

Hoping perhaps for the rebellion

To lose its momentum

Such a lapse of judgement

No one learns from history

(Hence the history repeats)

Time and again

Our children teach us

Courage and empathy

While we build a pretty facade of a home

And a farce of a life for them!

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Unheard Screams

She was out on the streets

Screaming about horrors

That went on inside a mansion

No one believed her

Women are always

Hysteric they thought

Before her there was another

A super model

Who tried to tell the truth

She was packed off

To the psychiatric ward

A filmmaker tried too

He died before

The world saw his edited film

Which felt like his perverse imagination

All this while

For decades men and women

Of power and influence

Kept mum even when they knew

They all partied, built a horrific reality

That the world thought was

Just a perverse imagination

They maimed, harmed and killed

In the name of fun and longevity

It took a whole generation

Of abused and trafficked kids to grow up

To call it all out, fight endless legal battles

Die mysteriously in the process

To bring it all to the light

With all evidence for everyone to see

Yet the world is numb

The perverse spy network

That controlled the world

Still thrives in money and power

Telling people to move on

Screaming only stocks and race

Money and influence matters

A handful few perverts

Reminding us that torture chambers

Continue to exist, cruelty never dies

In war between good and evil

Evil always has the ugliest loud laugh

While goodness stands shackled

Maimed, trafficked and brutally abused

No one believes the goodness anymore

What good does it serve to be good?

What kind of a rot is this? 

Where screams of vulnerable

Women and children

Often go unheard

While men continue to flaunt

Their naked positions and power

Through utter cruel perversity

Shame on this selective

Deaf, dumb and blind world

Was it all like this forever?

Was free world, an illusion

That was sold to us?

Just like puppets we dance

While the screams go unheard

We scroll past all the horrors

To pause at delicate flowers

Or wellness reels

How many steps did you walk today?

Shame

Shame

Perhaps it is easy
To violate
A woman’s body
And soul
And then walk with
Head held high
It is all done
To teach a lesson
To create fear

Perhaps it is easy
To plunder the earth
To dig out all
That is worth
And then walk with
Head held high
It is all done
For a profit
To create wealth

Will Earth save itself?
What about women?
Bilkis Bano is silent
Our silence is more deafening

We will rage
For Earth, for Bilkis
Yet they will
Walk free
Reign free

That is how it is
Dont ask why?
It’s reign of the
Shameless and inhuman
Emperor after all parades
In full nakedness and glory

How does one teach shame
To shameless tyrants?

#BilkisBano