Testament of Youth

Before, youth fought battles,
but different than today.
They fought with weapons,
swords, riffles, guns, bombs…
They fought with bricks,
throwing them across the street.
They hid in the mud and cried,
cried for their mothers.
They gathered in groups,
they shared their anger,
they went into the streets.
But the streets are all empty,
because now we are sitting inside.
Locked behind a brightly lit up screen,
invisble wounds appearing every time,
a hurtful word appears.
Now, we battle with words,
we battle ourselves.
The monsters within.
The enemy is no longer another country,
but the enemy is inside of us,
under our skin, inside of our brains.
We silently scream at our parents,
“Help me! I’m suffering!”
But instead we curse at them.
We push away our friends,
we wind up and built walls
that youth once broke down,
we give up and give in to darkness,
where is the fire to keep going?
We no longer hold hands,
we whisper words into the air,
hoping to send them far away,
across boundaries and seas,
we comfort each other while,
we know we need comforting too.
We’re all broken, the road is broken.
With broken ankles we walk
trying to act steady,
and then we don’t walk at all.
But no one will see you fall,
you’ll vanish into thin air.
Leaving us all empty.
No tragic love stories,
no angry voices,
just bitterness and dispair.
Because we’re caught up
in numbers and seen as digitals,
we’re faceless in a crowd of voices,
we’re voiceless in a crowd of faces,
we’re nothing but the cold bitter wind.
We’re gone.
All because we lost the courage to stand up.
Stand up to our family, our friends,
our people, our country, our world,
our selves…
Don’t come begging for forgiveness,
don’t say another word.
Our youth, our youth is ours.
And let us lit it on fire,
let us burn and let us win.
Let our voices be heard,
our faces be seen,
and give in to happiness,
and give in to love.
Stop pretending, and stop
acting as if dying is the only option.
You have the option to fight to smile to win.
And stop acting as something you’re not.
Be you, be true and be young.
Because all we have is our youth.
Let’s burn it up and be remembered,
as the youth that lived.
As the youth that continued to fight,
but with love.

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