Lost Generation

Power and control, life and death
guns, artillery and swords.
Canvas and paint, paper and ink
the mind, the speaker and words.

A painting can’t save this broken soul
nor can it erase my shameful part.
No novel can save my mind from despair,
the written word has pierced by heart.

They call us the lost generation
left stranded in an unforgiving land.
They said ‘’take a life and do it for your country’’
then turned their backs, shut their eyes and closed their hand.

Now we question who and we question what
we question how and where and why.
But we are never given the answer we want,
we are born, we try to live and we die.

Sun and sky, moon and stars
fire, earth and the ocean.
Philosophers and thinkers, painters and poets,
our lives exist on a notion.