another millenial trage

“I hate the headlines and the weather, 

I’m 19 and I’m on fire- 

but when we’re dancing I’m alright”

- Perfect Places, Lorde

Wake up, shudder at the news, go back to sleep, another day, another millennial tragedy. 

So young, so sheltered ,yet lost in a saviour complex  -a perennial tragedy. 

He asks “have you kissed a girl”, reminded of June nights, whisky and a wish, she smiles, 

He says “that would be so hot”, unmatched in 2 seconds, a beneficial tragedy.

Nazism, colonialism, racism, sexism, ableism - a flood of isms breathing down their necks.

Defeat one, another pops up, yet this cycle saves one from general existential tragedy .

‘Beta they’re feeding you left wing propaganda’ they say, all she want is a chicken wing. 

Clashing opinions, wannabe revolutionary-  the making of an anti-national tragedy?

Privileged kids thinking they can change the world because they’ve got nothing better to do,

Judging wokeness, yet lying unawakened in ivory towers - a superficial tragedy. 

Song over, motivation over, the aroma of cup noodles invites Shhreyasi in,

Thus she concludes, and prevents the furthering of - another millennial tragedy.