The world is ours, they say,
But we don't own a thing.
We take what we want,
and possess no wit,
And then we move on,
Leaving nothing behind,
Nothing for any other being.

We are the generation of renters,
Not owners.
We don't care about possessions,
Only experiences.
We are always looking for the next new thing,
Never satisfied with what we have
Right in our hands.

We are the generation of disposables,
Not heirlooms.
Plastic is permanence,
It is towering our lives,
We throw things away when they break,
Not trying to fix them.
No time for reparation, just consumption
We don't value things that last,
Only things that are new and shiny.

We are the generation of entitlement,
Not responsibility.
We think we deserve everything,
Without having to work for it.
We don't understand the concept of ownership,
Only of taking and asking.

We are the generation of the future,
But we are lost.
We don't know what it means to be responsible,
Or to care for something at all.
We are the generation that will inherit the world,
But we will lose it
In a blink of the see the kingdom setting down.