Pixels and screens, the world’s on fire,
Echoes of the scream, but we’re wired to tire.
News cycles spin like a broken record—
“Click, scroll, repeat,” but the truth’s ignored.
Pandemic ghosts, climate clocks tickin’,
AI’s rise, but the jobs keep slippin’.
Leaders play chess while the pawns get sacrificed,
Divided we fall, but the algorithm’s encrypted.
We’re ghosts in the machine, but the code’s corrupt,
Spin the wheel, guess the lie—who’s the next corrupt?
But the kids in the streets, they’re chantin’ “Enough!”
A spark in the dark—we’re the kindling, the rough.
Eyes on the horizon, we don’t blink
The future’s a storm, but we’re the lightning.
Feet on the ground, but our heads in the sky,
Current events? We’re the ones who rewrite the sky.
(Fire in our veins, but the world’s our stage—
Every heartbeat’s a drum, every voice’s a rage.
We don’t just watch—we ignite the age.
They said we’d crash, but we built the wings,
From the ashes of riots, a new anthem sings.
Memes to movements, the hashtag’s a spark,
A million screens lit in the dark.
The planet’s a patient, but the cure’s in our hands,
Break the chains of the old, rewrite the plans.
Silicon valleys meet the farmlands’ cry,
We’re the bridge between the “why” and the “how.”
They told us, “Stay small, stay quiet, stay low,”
But we’re the weeds in the concrete—we grow.
From the cracks in the system, a thousand fists rise,
Current events? Nah—we’re the future’s surprise.
Eyes on the horizon, we don’t blink
The future’s a storm, but we’re the lightning.
Feet on the ground, but our heads in the sky,
Current events? We’re the ones who rewrite the sky.
So when the headlines fade and the noise dies down,
We’ll still be here—grounded, but unbound.
Current events? Just chapters on the page—
The story’s ours. We’re the authors. We’re the age.
