Lost generation

 

I want to tell you a story

You walking wounded
Heirs of broken kingdoms
promises betrayed
before they are made
dreams buried alive
to rot in the rubble
rubble of lies.

 I want to tell you a story

Bearers of burdens
Things you had no hand
in making or breaking
they should care that you live
but kill you again and
again and
again and
again.

 Now they call you lost generation

Make you feel bad in your gut
For sins they committed
Make you feel dizzy in your mind
Can’t see wood for the trees
doubt your own instinct
grow out of their molds

 Lost generation

Help us find the way

Take us to the future
Another world is possible
Another world is possible
Make it
Make it

another world is possible.

 They sell you war

dressed up as peace
killing for good of all
no good at all
draw water from stone
make pretty gardens from
the deserts they create.

We gave all for you---they say
but all they do is take
leave you  with the mess
take no stolen gift.

You of burning souls

You know the truth
Find your own song
Make your own path
Shut down the noise
The broken song
the false notes .

They drumming in your ears
drumming in your ears,
Yes it’s true what they say
freedom’s not a cruise.

Its sweat

Its blood
Its tears

full of false starts and stops

living true’s a kind of dying.

 

BY -SIPHOKAZI  MTHATHI-