its becoming a little repetitive

the new battle cries

fought from behind computer screens

blue light burning our eyes

we have become the faceless society

0, 1, hashtags and user names

tic tok, X & Facebook

virtual reality and 3D war games

we hold little of other's opinions

really have none for ourselves

hide behind the iPhone fortress

dignity, self being, put on a shelf

there is no respect for the past

the lives your parents lived

Google has all the answers

all the advice needed to give

we have become Wiki-taught

our newest history books

even contradiction vanished away

it was just something we mistook

we are no longer raising leaders

just sheep to a larger flock

the mistakes we have already made

at 12 they are all forgot

decisions that rule Earth's future

come from the Geriatric Party fold

while the young buy crypto coins

and fit into the mold

I don't feel for my generation

our beds were long ago made

I feel for my grandchildren generation

are they headed back to the caves

the mistakes made in the past

are generational by default

they are but repetition

nothing new for the future vault

as seasons come and seasons go

it seems that ours have evolved

into  a flip of the coin forecast

a cornucopia fully dissolved

we are starving one another

in so many unique ways

that the past that usually haunts you

has decided its time to stay

its becoming a little repetitive

and there is one thing that I know

we are all immortalized by Dylan

and headed to Desolation Row