Broken Fragments

A radio voice transmits broken
fragments from the past.

It had rained and Europe
had been washed clean,
revealing all frailty
in new colors.

Broken music takes me back
to the beat of war.

Maybe what we need in life
is some struggle.
Some hardship.

We are the limp generation.
Losers.
At a loss.
Suicidal and bored.

Failure and conformity
are our trademark.

We go through life
without leaving a mark.
Without honour at all.