these generations.

You can see the PVA trail
Stretched from eye to screen
Pupils glued to flickering light
They deny, but just the same
They’re still a consumer generation
Whilst the true victims
Lie upstairs, comatosed
Exhausted from the days exertions
Tears roll from life’s emotions
Struggling under expectations
How are they meant to lead a nation
When they’re told they must be
Thinner, faster,
Smarter, masters
Of this future
Of rapid expansion
Of chemical warfare
Of computer advances
Of rising chances
They wait in darkness
Ear drums ringing
For their next turns
In anticipation
To rule this broken world