Brought up in a world of machines we seek solace in screens

Finding ourselves alone, both in crowds and on our own

Whilst in a world made of farce we seek answers in the bottom of a pint glass.

Fighting for our place in the human race whilst baby boomers mock struggles they never had to face

And all of them claim that we are the ones to blame

We did not ask to be this generation, seemingly detested by the rest of the nation

Told we do not value what they value most, and that our dreams of homes are ruined by avocado toast

Stuck trying to explain to older generations the things that cause us pain

And they will not see

How long will it take

Before we are seen

Before the battle is ended

Before we are free


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