Our Generation

In a world of screens that never fade, 
A voice is found, yet sometimes swayed. 
In every swipe, a new facade, 
A life lived fast, but still feels odd. 

Connections made with just a click, 
A thousand friends, but none to pick. 
The pulse of likes, the pressure’s weight, 
In a virtual crowd, we contemplate. 

Voices rise for change and fight, 
For justice, peace, for equal rights. 
The future feels both bright and dim, 
A climate burned by winds so grim. 

We build, we break, we rise, we fall, 
A generation answering the call. 
We’re teenagers now, but in our veins, 
Flows the pulse of hope, despite the strain.