Opinion

Who am I to speak?
Why even bother?
Im just an angry old man,
With a teen spirit.

Locked in an aging  shell,
Tied down by blind tradition
And a fake sense of order,
It wants to break free.

Strip off this phoney,
Veneer of civility,
Free to be true
To the spirit it should be.

Grow up to repeat,
Our parent's mistakes,
Hold on to their gospel of hate,
Survival of the fittest,
That's what they say,
If they were right,
Then why are things so wrong.