The Beautiful

Lulled into the calmest waters
      Drowning in search
            Of the American Dream

The alabaster arm
      The contrast of blood against it
            The way the breathing calms
Cigarette burns of a thousand nods
      Not once the thought of fire

Souls
      Trapped in cages
            Released an hour a day
      The sun hurting eyes
 
Our parents grew up with the bomb
      Well
         Our bombs bigger

The annihilation generation
      I can taste the Legacy
            As it burns my throat

The taste of desperation
      Because tomorrow
            We could be the ashes

We’ve been fighting for