Quick disclaimer: the style of this poem is not my own creation, but the words themselves are my own work.
Believing that we are not worthless.
It will never come, and one day soon we will start
Destroying ourselves, but that day,
We will have no choice, we have begun
Our final stand- That is what people will say, that
We are taking up
A task too impossible.
And that trying to salvage the wreck we have become, is
All we are doing, telling ourselves that we are not
becoming a generation worth living for, and that is
a generation of heartless people. We are
Giver-uppers,people who aren't able to do anything more than start
our moral beliefs, from now on, we will be able
To begin re-discovering
our traits of hate and cruelty.
We cannot listen to
the people who have faith in us. We will not,
Make space for
Love, kindness, happiness. We can only
try and fight for what we need, being able to enthuse
defeat. Having the power to
money, darkness, they are things we will
hold in our hearts.We do not rely on
the last drop of good in the world that is still there, and
we will try to see,
hatred, corruptness, war, things we have but do not need.
We will try our best to ignore,
The fact that there is hope.
(Now please read from bottom to top)