Generation Kill

Generation Kill
By: Tyler Ross

It’s truly sad to witness and experience the state the world is in.

Communication is at an all-time low and not even at rock bottom.

What does that tell us?

Texting is the most popular form of conversing, next to the Internet.

Respect is lessening as much as empathy.

Entitlement, validation and selfishness overpower the public, which consumes this globe.

Women, race and gender still lack equality and acceptance inside many minds.
The planet is constantly in trouble, but I still see assholes toss trash out their car windows is just one example out of the thousands wrong.

Health care is absent from roll call yet again, all because the medical world of prescriptions drugs and private companies would take a major hit in revenue just for starters.

The school system is going through its run of the mill motions to please a bunch of shitty adults that have no real interest in these young minds, but to control.

There is learning to be done about the real world, but it isn’t being taught, instead algebra, gym, foreign languages are requirements.

Languages are important, but aren’t necessary depending on ones living situation. We should be educated to understand the way politicians speak, and beyond the constant battle of drug abuse.
Priority is backward.

Greed is still high.

The rich are still rich and the poor keep getting poorer, when they should flip flop every once in a while.
Balance may very well ensue and a more well rounded understanding too.

Ancient civilizations with less thrived more efficiently without all this junk and attitude, but with more at the tip of our fingers, we cling to constant feuds and controlling mentalities.

Honest, driven, compassionate and transparent people should be given more of a chance.

Nerdy kids are finally popular now that nerd culture is popular, which is nice to see, but even they too now have used the power to bully.

I don’t know why I wanted to write this all down.

I suppose I am feeling neglected and cheated in my life.

Most days I want out, but then I remember I have more to give.
Even if just once in a blue moon, it’s more love to another that might be suffering just like the heart of my own brother.
He’s great and I don’t understand the foolish ways he’s treated.

Why him too?

This world isn’t such a nice place.

It hasn’t been for centuries.

I feel more alone and I’ve realized no one feels a bit like me.

I’m not done…