wasted generation 19/03
This poem explores the apathetic attitude towards the climate crisis and the ease with which it can be overlooked in favour of less disagreeable and daunting topics. It seeks to highlight the way in which people become spectators, feeling horror at the state of things whilst at the same time maintaining a detachment which prevents genuine progress from taking place. Ultimately, the piece shows how the imminence of this threat facing the younger generation can also work as a powerful motivator that stirs people to take action.
I Speak of the Forgotten: for the nameless
This poem is based on collective sentiments experienced by youth climate activists I encountered through the Fridays for Future demonstrations. It explores the recent intergenerational lens that has been applied to narratives about the environment and our duty/responsibility towards it. Originally a spoken word piece, it leans on the rhythmic and aural tropes of activist chants and anthems, seeking to connect to audiences on a visceral as well as linguistic level.
The Lost Boy
“When we love, when we die—are we not all the same?—we are one, we are different, we are nothing at all… I speak of the forgotten, the lost, the broken.”
“And his body screams for liberty, screams of loss
Noises felt by all, heard by none.
And when he cries, he cries quietly
Haunted by the towering villain inside his mind.”
“When her heart is shattered and
her body beyond repair,
then we will remorse
and then we will mourn,
our precious mother,
our precious home.”