You are children of Destiny,
Generation ‘X’…
born into a world
of fear and pain,
raised by the survivors
of wars that had no end,
Wars declared by those
who were insane.

Your parents were the soldiers
who fought to keep our freedom,
Yet in it lost their minds,
their purpose, and their drive.
Some barely made it back
to a hostile judging nation.
Now they wander in the dark,
not quite alive,

Afraid to close their eyes and see
the blood that paints their dreams,
the images that
haunt them in the night.
Hard for them to picture
a time when they were free,
A time when their world
contained some light.

Now they’ve birthed a generation
become unwilling casualties
of war they cannot see
or comprehend.
They battle just to live
and they live for hidden pleasures
in a planet called ‘the hood’
where they follow all the trends.

Some sell their souls and bodies
to finance their suppliers
for trips out of their minds...
to places of their dreams,
that soon become the nightmares
they’re fighting to escape from
and cannot seem to wake from,
where nothing’s what it seems.

Voices all around them
accuse them and condemn them.
But where are all their healers,
their leaders and their guides?
All they see are adults
who lecture while they party,
and tell them facts
they know are merely lies.

So where are all the heroes
for Generation ‘X’?
We’re here and we are waiting
for the call.
But maybe while we’re waiting,
a thousand more are dying
who don’t believe
in Destiny at all.