Millennial
There's no more money to be madedrenched in blood that those few pennies are
Theres no more love to be found
strangers rubbing up against strangers, eyes rolled up in apathy
Theres no more seeds to be sewn
an earth reaped by and drenched in greed and blood cannot yield
There is no more happiness to be created
only hollow and empty joy as we reach the next level, the next promotion, ticking off boxes of an existence
we no longer
believe in
We no longer believe
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2019-04-03 at 17:23
Tags Millennial Adulting
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