My generation called
They said come to the streets
We’re standing on the corner of democracy
The road looks bleak but someone said the other side is paved with peace
My generation called
They said take my hand
I’ll lead you through this unknown land
Soon it will get dark and the path is unchartered, but walk with me
My generation called
Said they found the keys
That open the doors of tomorrow
Rusted still but once swung open, a rush of light
My generation called
They said don’t look back
Shake off the ghosts of the past
We’ll not make the same mistakes they did, or forget the fallen
My generation called
They bellowed brisk demands
Plucked emperors out of high towers
Robin Hooded treasures and fed them to the lions, turned gold to dust
My generation called
They said take a stand
Let your resonating voice stir the sand
Raise it high to rouse the masses and never let it settle, for less
My generation called
They said mark these words
You’ll want to repeat them over and over
A prophecy that topples the pharaohs of our divided worlds
My generation called
They said give us the truth
Hold hostage the devil of deception
Peel back the layered lies through to the last shred of misconception
My generation called
Said they’ve seen salvation
Fluttering around the wings of deprivation
Ready to pick us up when we fall apart, when we are too broken to fly
My generation called
Rang the bell of liberty
Resounded straight through those stubborn borders
Melting away falsified histories, a once united peninsula once again crystallized
My generation called
Said I see through your eyes
Borrowed your hands to draw the map of our times
I’ll survive with your patience, hoping prosperity spills over to the next generation
*Amira Salah-Ahmed
