Flames like Teen Spirit 

How difficult it seemed leading life behind veils, 

running through chaotic days, 

trying to be a part of something unique..
Freedom they shouted from underneath the smoke filled sky of a remote village,

Pelting stones at the government forces,

The fire within couldn’t be extinguished by a bullet, a bomb nor poisonous gasses.. 
Freedom they shouted as they raged into the polluted night under city lights, spirits were high and so were they, 

breaking laws each day 

The fire within was the party they dreamt about each morning to have made it successful today 
Freedom they shouted from within the gates of their contaminated institutions, their youthful voice rioting against each other from behind banners with political stench all over 

The fire within was that of ambition, morality, misplaced loyalty 
For them peace a forgotten term, a state of agitation the only way to lead life in circles as if it were an one-act play aimed for famed immortality..
But along came the Reaper and swished its scythe, extinguishing the flames

In that one instant before death blew away their smoke trail to obscurity,

they realized how uncomplicated life really was 

how inevitable was mortality