Framed Generation!

Judge: You being charged with counts of lazyness, entitlement, changing jobs like shoes, adrenaline filled junkies and a generation of no hope. How do you plead?

Plea: Thank you your Honour for this opportunity. Firstly I feel like we surrounded by a glitter border;

Looks good from the outside looking in, but all it is confinement in our thinking, ideas and entire existence;

Of rules and expectations passed on from generation to generation;

Stick to the know, a yearn for more is rebellion;

A generation framed by our forefathers; constantly paying for their sins;

Where corruption, violation of freedom of speech, graduates begging by the roadside and violation of human rights have been normalised;

A curse of through painful toil we eat food from it the rest of our lives.

Hands to mouth, hands to mouth, a routine we've only known;

They ate the sour fruits, played with fire, gorged into our trust funds only for us to be called lazy and free spirits.

Millennials this, millennials that, noone bothers to see beyond the surface.

We are a damaged generation, fighting a lost battle, hurt and pain is our inheritance;

Now we're roaming in the streets with no cloth on our backs, no hope in our spirit, no grip in fists to stand up for ourselves;

And we are the entitled ones?

Yes we're hungry for power because we were never taught how to pass on the torch;

If you get it, the only instinct is to keep by any means even if it means stepping on our brothers' and sisters' heads;

They say we don't have Ubuntu but history has taught us power surpasses togetherness;

Now we live with hatred in our throat ready to fire words against each other;

So we stand here in this frame chins up  with misconstrued pride and hands down, as our power was taken from birth, pleading for our innocence, a case of a framed generation.

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