The Millenials

On bloody knees these children race
And scrub the floors to clear the place
With moans and cries that strip the air
Of cruel sins left by elders there
Who mock the ones that lack their ace.

This much-maligned and perfumed face
That snaps itself in grim disgrace,
Will beg for work from anywhere
On bloody knees.

The ones to blame laugh at our case,
Their crimes against us like a brace,
Which keeps us back away from where
Their ‘promised land’ now lacks an heir.
We skid and land without a base
On bloody knees.

 

 

Written 6/23/15