And they say we are too young
As if youth is a crime
And naivety is our punishment
We just don’t understand the way of the world
For we are too young
And as we fight back, at the typecast of youth
Constantly battered down
As if heated metal to be forged in the proper ways of the world
What if they are the problem?
They being rules and regulations and age
Why must we act?
Why must we pretend?
Why must the flame burn out?
And so the few of us
In our refusal to conform
We fight back
With our green skinny jeans
We stand in defiance of the rules
Of the regulations
And more importantly
Of the age
How are we too young?
Do we not go through the same motions?
Are the waves of life not washing upon our shores too?
With bills and children and jobs and responsibility
Shall we still sit at the kids table for the supper we have prepared?
Does our fire discomfort you?
Because you had the fire to change once
And you let it burn out
It’s only fitting we too join the ranks
Of giving up and giving in
For your fire barely smolders, if it exists anymore
No, I think we will light ablaze your rules and regulations and age
Burn it to the fucking ground
With our youth, with our fire
And when it burns and people ask “WHY?”
We will smile and simply reply
“Because we are the youth”