A letter to my leaders

We are not the lost generation

We have been delivered but by no messiah other than ourselves

We are not dumbfounded, at sea, or jaded,

staring into a kaleidoscope of dreams

or down a rabbit hole of self doubt.

We don’t require the sanction of your knives

Or for our eyes to be pried open by your batons

we see everything already.

We are not blinded by the fates of rotting bones,

the souls of crows or enthralled by the stars of our future.

We have been found.

By ourselves, for ourselves.

And you will do well to remember that.

Look down at that pedestal you stand on.

Is it strong? Does it support you?

We put you there, a product of ten thousand arms.

We can just as easily bring you back down.