Generation Portrait

We miss ideals
looking down
or begging to our knees

i sighted that
there's no space
a mask on the world's face
when dad and son seem the same

We pray for a war or a revolution
preference for the one
package solution
our inutilized saliva

Despise on someone or we will despise on ourselves
words come out of their shell
like a butterfly out of the cocoon
sadly, no butterfly's wings impact
self destruction can not be called a art

We found no improvement out of nowhere
start the cycle again, just in case we don't forget