Injustice is a presence
that numbs what should provoke.
Post-God, post-truth, post-empathy:
Language goes up in smoke.
To care is to be discontent
With the latest designer yoke
but no, we’re just ‘sensitive youths’
who can’t take a joke.
Last years scars become this year’s scabs
exposed in the open air
when the scabs become calloused,
the people insist
that the scars were always there.
We can’t complain . The World is cruel
and life has never been fair.
If you make the simple choice
to stand, to stand and raise your voice
you’ve taken it too far
“Why can’t you accept that’s the way things are?”
One shouldn’t show such rage
until one reaches a certain age.
Soon you’ll accept
that what you tried to reject
is what made this country great
and retire to the ranks of protestors past
who did too little, too late.