My generation is one of mechanical hearts but real flesh
Real brains and a real chest
It's just we have grown from broken limbs and hard breaths from getting knocked down
That we put up a wall
made of stainless steel on the outside of our most precious mussel
trying to save it
But the thing is we never took it off so it just built on the other making a hard casting with pipes that pumped blood for you
It's not comfortable
But it what our mistakes has made which in return made us forget about passion and compassion
Focusing on our hurt and our deception
That instead of leading this country to greatness
We are leading it to the fire
That only seems to grow higher and higher
We made it where we can't get enough oxygen so we make it artificial
Every problem that comes up we make it beneficial to only us
We turn too much to the inside that we concave
if we don't stop
It's not just going to be hearts
That are machines
If we don't stop
We will all be
A society
Of robots
and it would be my generations fault because it was one who spent their lives making mechanical hearts when they didn't account for the rain that is always bound to come and tear the mechanical heart apart