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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Irony

I became you

And you became them

All boundaries blurred

Between predators and preys

Every role flipped

In a role reversal

Victims turned into proud bullies

Preying upon helpless victims

Me, you, us and them

We keep changing our roles

Going in circles

Irony itself has become ironical

Like never before

I has been replaced by AI

Human by machines

Humans have turned into

Well dressed mannequins

Frozen like zombies

Doom scrolling away

Devouring themselves

Life has turned into monstrous death

In the finest of all role reversal

They feel most alive

When they kill

A movie showing severed flying head

Gets all the screens

While life affirming Space film

Finds hardly a space

Addiction to violence!

Ironically life always wins

Hiroshima and Nagasaki

Didn’t change anything

Cherry blossoms do bloom

And paper cranes are still a craze

Ironically the victim nation

Never built the bomb

It ended the cycles 

Of trauma and violence

But the bully nation

That built and used it

Is back with the same flex

Ironically bullies often

Call themselves victims

What scares them?

Addicted to violence and power

They refuse to give up

Their carnal desires

While Artemis II is on its way

To the darker side of the moon

Humanity has plunged

The planet Earth

Into one of its darkest phase

How diabolical

And Ironical!