You who talk about open-mindedness
You who talk about acceptance
But you aim in slaughtering the openness
Your eyes and your mind always on what lies under
The fabric of our independence, you wander...
You offer your hand for friendship
But between your fingers lie your lust to rip
'Tis about humanity here, not only of gender
The songs of which irks you into your room
Into your locker, into your G drive and with whom
You share, you laugh and you curse
All lie in the tomb of virtue and worse.
I weep at your graves, died too young I heard
And offer wreaths of words
Words about respect, words about consent
That should've been fed to you from birth
And as you lie here still* in morality
Decaying, deteriorating in quality
'Millenials'- you were, 'modern'- you said
Heartless and thoughtless you are, living as cold as dead.