It’s Our Time
There are no words to properly describe,
The fallacy upon which they built our lives.
We felt ready, and happy, despite
The insidious blueprint bestowed
By the ones that came before.
Little did we know that our pathway was constructed
By begrimed hands that molded
Systematic catastrophes and sordid regimes.
In turn, we burned our fingertips, and drowned our brains
Previously carved with seemingly brilliant schemes.
The preposterous empty promises and proposals
Which urge our fatigued generation to become indiscernible
Machinery, whether we are puppets in classrooms or offices,
Reflects their incessant greed
Which manipulates our manufactured dreams.
Piece by piece, the scattered memories of our peace,
Shards of our disrupted childhood, deep in a chaotic abyss.
Deep, did they even care or at least perceive?
The truth rumbled with no warning.
Prodigious, we surged from our refuge,
Viciously tearing apart any attempt of a deceitful rescue.
As we adventured in our isolating journey,
Upon encountering the lurking deceivers, we confronted
By resurfacing from a rising sea of obliviousness,
Carrying a beacon of truthful light, illuminating a new path,
Triggering a metamorphosis of our own dreams and might.
It’s our time.
It’s our time.
Victoria Freitas is a young Brazilian artist currently studying Graphic Design and Communication and Media at Assumption University in Massachusetts. She thoroughly enjoys exploring numerous subjects, such as history, philosophy, astronomy, and mythology. She abides by the wise words of the Roman poet, Ovid: “Be patient and tough; someday this pain will be useful to you.” In an effort to combine her two passions (art and writing), Victoria hopes to transform her stories into graphic novels and animation series.