LET US NOT BURN THROUGH TOMORROW'S COIL
Raise the banner of a new day, the dawn creates a rainbow of hallowing clouds. It is my generation, a flurry of sunset's and galaxies, forming bright colors, depleting the atmosphere. My generation is not a person, but an actual fixation. An addiction, only cured by wordly envies, a poison ravaging the already alive system. My people are zombies, manipulated and controlled by the vast knowledge, of everything we want to discover. "I-gen". A generation that separates the millennial frame, from the tech relying future. We are called i-gen, because of our presence in the internet. We are fueled by posts, likes and captions, the colorful place we love so much, where we feel we belong. My people, are the people of the future, no distinction of race, ethnicity or color. We are the proud generation who cried equality, where almost half of us is part of the LGBT. Colorful, that's the best way to describe us, an explosion of many ideas, and experiences, all shared th...