Punk peace

I am filled with wrath at the world, 

Furious at its inability to behave, furious at the suffering, furious at the equality that it promises but never gives. 

I am filled with desperation at the thought of the next generation, growing up in a world, 

Where they might still be considered inferior if they are anything but a white male. 

Where there isn't enough water, enough land, enough trees to the point where over these, we might smash the fragile peace we have thus achieved. 

The world where a kid fighting for nature does a better job than the legislature but she made a meme because "What does she know? She's just a teenager."  

 

And yet, I am shown its competition. 

A world of peace, retaliation and beauty. 

Smiling at the world's attempts of rebuilding, marvelling at the complexity that exists before me. 

Thousands of people who come together, to fight for what's right, fight for the better. 

Fire may be fought with fire, but water is what finally puts it out. 

I am proud. 

This resistance, just asks for a peaceful existence, 

Because we may end tragically if we as humanity undermine this fatality. 

And this is the world I choose. The only hope I refuse to lose.