Millenials

In the meantime,

Looking for something to pass on,

Maybe it's too hard to let go,

The generation gap which we truly abhor.

Maybe those minds got congested and polluted

To ascertain what's right or wrong

As if it was so cliché to enact

What's even or odd

To accept the fate you have on hold

To deny that we are the only vindications

Who mizzled a rain of wrath upon those stony brooks

Even after all those,

How can someone be so cruel,

Living under the shed of an unorthodox

Within the anarchic millennials

Who feed on the flesh of tyrannizing souls

Which we butcher all day long

With no Ruth on hold

Without any benignant trait to adhere.

If the time flies so breakneck

Like clamouring tides scorching the shore

Alongside with trailblazers

Hand-picking those advents

Which lead to demise and demoan

When those cohort mangle the longings

Of those meagers to keep afloat.

Is this all and sundry??

Which we set one's heart on.

Are these those millennials??

Which we pie in the sky.

As if it's a mere end

To the realm of blithering visage

Which we had credence for so long

All we can ever subdue!!

The chances for a better tomorrow

Hope for the poor surviving the odds

To look for a soul who has a humane hold

To dream of a world free 

From the clutches of abductors and evil minds

A belief to foresee a better reality,

Where millennials stop being inhumane anymore,

For a better today