It never used to be like this.
With barriers between young and old, inexperienced and mature, child and adult.
When you’re a child the world drifts by.
But in adolescence, you realise the horrors of life.
Watching general elections float away, knowing that you can’t vote anyway.
When it’s your future at risk, decided by adults in a vast room with green seats, that won’t live with any of the consequences that face the world that they leave behind, then what is the point in life?
We are silenced by the very people who are there to “protect” us.
They don’t care, not about the little guy. Not about our planet that we depend on. But why would they? They won’t see the result of it. They’ll be long gone, but yet we rely on them to make decisions about our future?
The pandemic has had an effect on the world.
But who is blamed for the spread of the disease? The young people.
“They don’t care! They won’t die from it, where as we old folk will!”
The older people might die from it, but who is it that complains about the shops being shut but say schools should stay closed? Who travels to ride a bike, eight miles from home, but complains at people bending and breaking the rules? Who complains about age discrimination when the young people stop them from doing things? We want to do more,but can we vote? Can we make decisions?
When we protest, petition and fight for what we love, we are silenced again and again and again.