Our Generation Poem by Mcanthony Nwatu

Lets venerate in confederate our generation.
The moon wears cloth, it shines
But the sun wears, it out shines.
See the stars all shines
But of some, their cloth out shines.

Generations have passed this crust;
All created the crude.
But nature has cast
The jet age to refine.

The myopic hoax us
'Leaders of tomorrow'
To persist for we to decease.
But we commune for them to curtail.
For we must move and attain
The motion.

- is this jet age?
It is we all whom
Heaven have sent the dove on
The salt of the nation
The light at the tunnel end
The light that out shines the lit.
INDOMITABLE GENERATION!
Excellence is thy nature.