A Generation’s Hell

A Generation’s Hell

This is a generation of shadows,
They plague our sight every day,
Often we look carefully,
Should they seek a secret pay,

But, oh, this generation, this new youth,
Often this world’s so confused, reviled,
We forget that the heart screams
And shoulder it for a shadow’s smile,

They say every new youth holds a key,
Or, in most cases, an un-silenced Bell,
That through the rain, all turn and hear,
A violent youthful swell,

It hurts me to think, that Bell now sings rarely,
Fragmented, suffocated, a shadow’s prey,
And a generation becomes forced, shouldering too much,
Only to break and crumble away.