Yours truly is starting the purge

The age of Aquarius has awoken everyone’s urge

To eat the rich and go back for seconds and thirds

Gen X thinks it’s just new Gen Z slang that has emerged

I’m sad watching adults make fun of Gen Alpha kids who don’t know how to read

Little do they know Gen Z is throwing it back to textbook French revolution history

Boomers throw a workplace fit because we don’t dream of labor

They’re so busy looking down at us they never looked up to see their greatest elder

It was Baldwin who caught the phrase but Gen Z threw it to the internet league so the baseball could go major

I’m tired of hearing adults bully Gen Alpha kids addicted to their tablets

Always talking about healing your inner child but forget the children of the present?

Oh, the places Gen Alpha will go

They’ll heal the world just let them steal the show

They’ll make Gen Z look like the bar was so low

They’re the Apple of Gen Z’s eye

I see how high Gen Alpha will fly

Their listening ears are off for every one of society’s lies

So young in a pandemic with zoom classrooms

So young and already been through so much trauma and gloom

In Buddhism, they teach that in the garbage pile, the lotus blooms

So, when you see their parents stressed just know that they’re doing their best

The world crumbled and left Millennials one hell of a mess

Gen Z is quick to picket

But we must fight for Millennials who were deceived by the golden ticket

Just like the little blueberry girl, they made their way into the chocolate factory

Anyone who was obedient was promised the sweetest candy

But in 2008, when they checked their grandma’s bed to make sure she didn’t choke on what she chewed

It’s a big bad wall street banker

And Millennials were little red riding hood

And as we heal it becomes real that we take our foot off the necks of older generations who were never taught to feel

Reagan’s fireside chats instructed them to wrap their trauma in a pretty package with a big bow to seal

Us young ones see a president’s tweet before we run downstairs on Christmas morning and open too many presents all messy

We get to yell and scream and work it out in therapy

But age never stopped depression and anxiety

Battered veteran grandpas leave grandmas for heaven and asked the angels for wars no more

They look down to see on earth that she still gets so lost in her woes

In her mind, she disappears into past memories

And gets so happy when the phone rings because maybe someone will finally keep her company

But those scamming thieves try to trick her into thinking it’s her favorite grandkiddie

They call to say “Grandma, I’m in jail so get your wallet hastily”

“Send all your life savings quick and irreversibly”

Her story is so common

It’s all the rage, It’s all the trendy fashion

Our elders wear worn down vintage sadness

Just to see us on Facebook frolic in sunflower fields in our damn near free Shein dress

What’s the point in all this therapy if we don’t share our wealth with those born earlier on?

It’s okay if their eyes squint

It’s okay if they don’t get it

Because something so pure was meant to be blindingly bright

Just like Papa Pope said

In the face of darkness, you drag everyone into the light

Yours truly is starting the purge

The age of Aquarius has awoken everyone’s urge

To wear the white hat, to converge

For our inner monsters and angels to merge

Because we’ll honor the dark and the light as we emerge

This bright sermon today came from a nurse’s burnt out revelations and I’m about to take y’all to church