Our Generation

The sun shines bright,
In a cloudless sky.
People around are moving
About and making noise.
Yet it's dark, lonely,
And silent.

Is it just me or is something
Wrong with our generation.
It seems to be hollow
And heartless.
No one seems to care about
Anyone but themselves.

Our generation can
Be so cruel.
We say and do terrible
Things to each other.
We are cruel to those
We love and hate.

I think we must change
A great deal,
Before our generation
Can be accepted fully,
Into the world in
Which we live.