Generation Z

I find myself surrounded,

By humanities peak.

The latest generation,

By the best and by the meek,

And whether our doom or our salvation,

They’re most certainly unique.

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Those who still read and can speak,

The intelligent and great.

There’s the socialite few,

And the rather incomplete,

The arists and musicians,

And the scientists that teach us -

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And least of all, there’s me.

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I wonder what my role is,

In this brave and weird new world,

I’m afraid I’ve missed the forest,

Because I rather like the trees,

And there’s no room for the philosopher,

Because Google’s all we need,

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And poetry is quite useless,

According to scientific studies.

I’d hope to be remembered,

So maybe I’ll start a war,

Or maybe here, at societies end,

We’ll find a use for words once more.