The Resentment Of Generation Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Don't ask your parents or other elders for advice in what to do
They'll resent your desire to have goals of your own
And they'll feel any success you have makes a mockery of their own existence

Give birth to your own executioner
The claimer of the throne you overthrew the last generation for
Their love is limited achievement and modest advancement

The older generation should be left on mountaintops
Like Japanese villagers disposing of their parents
Like elderly animals who crawl away from the herd to die in quiet isolation
Phony familial celebrations full of taunting
I'll bring up something embarrassing from when you're seven years old

I have young arms that can lift infinity
While you seethe and vent your frustration by dousing hope
That's how renewal balances strength
And the hate of envy waves a flaccid fist

I have young legs that run on boundless energy
Away from parochial home and hearth despotism
You have a face that hurts from smiling so much
I frown at a world that values youth too much