Poem: “Generations” by Philip Majorins

We are the wanderers
We are the confused
We are the pregnant;
struggling to give birth
We are the stimulated
We are the despair
We are the story less
We are the profane
We are the sacred
We are the friendless
We are the fatherless
We are the overactive conscience;
honest, with a gun to the head
We are aching apathy and wonder
We are the perverts;
guilty of infatuated masturbation love
We are the sword of honesty
We are the dispossessed
We are the tears of God
We are the beloved of Jesus

-P.Majorins