Rosae damascena

I am the generation of mediocrity_
born in transition,
after the cold,
before the spring.
Unaccomplished. Unseen.

Skilled in disdain
equipped with a yoke,
we caressed the analog,
touched the digital,
turned blind to the AI.

From grenades
to self-driving drones,
we felt it all
falling
on our homes.

Dont get me wrong_
We lived in awe.
We tasted wealth,
paved the roads for better men.
Never seen an empire rise or fall.
Never been native
to anything
but disdain.

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