I lived through the first century of the 2000s.
These times I’m already reaching for my device,
instantly being bombarded by biased media,
but waking to the loving message, of the ones I love,
giving me sanity, pushing me through the day.
The world is so angry and hateful,
as I watch it fall apart before my very eyes,
as the media attempts silent brainwashing,
as I’m sure it will remain for the unborn and unthought of,
unfortunately. As the day follows,
I’m reminded of the unjust of women and men.
Or even in between, the constant fighting between each other,
unable to escape it, due to addiction to the device I hold.
With the giving up of my generation,
refusing to work these deadly hours;
with associates becoming more and more divided,
with heads tilted and buds pushed in completely stamped in blasting music,
as I then come home I’m exhausted but I see and hear the ones I love,
keeping me grounded and hopeful.
I lived in the first century of the 2000s