War of the Roses

We are a generation of roses
Creeping through cracks
In a society of concrete
While crumbling the social structure
Izm pebbles
Lay to the left and right
Of our roots
As we stretch toward
The sunshine
Some of us are crushed
By careless feet
Thoughtlessly completing
Their daily grind
Wall Street has become
The Berlin rather than
The Chinese
And with every new blossom
A garden takes form
We are not window box flowers
We are the flora and fauna
Of the concrete jungle
Acid rain blows our minds
But cannot kill us
We are embryonic revolution
We are redefining the neo
In neon
And shinning the light
Into the dark corners of society
Just to see the roaches scatter
We donÕt fear conformity
We just think itÕs funny
My computerÕs beating up
Your job market
Did you ever think
Burger King would make a
Veggie Whopper
Welcome to the jungle
Concrete, neon and vegitation
High tech intellect
And still we rise
Call us Generation Rose
Cause we are the future
Whether you realize it
Or step on cracks
On your way to disillusion

By Empress Nzingha

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