08/09/2025
"They were young, they were ours.
Their voices were their only weapon,
their dreams were their only crime.
And the state answered with bullets.
Now mothers cradle photographs,
and fathers bury their tomorrows."
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Sixteen… nineteen… young lives stolen. Killed not by foreign invaders, but by the very hands sworn to protect them. Youth who carried nothing but questions, answered only with gunfire.
So who carries this blood on their hands?
Is it the political leaders, drunk on power, obsessed only with chair and money while the country burns?
Is it the police heads, who command their force to fire on their own brothers and sisters?
Or is it the one behind the gun, who obeyed orders even when he knew the one in front of him could be his own blood?
Some dare to say: “Gen-Z has no vision, no agenda.” But I ask — did our politicians have one? Did their shiny promises ever become reality? Did their so-called agendas bring jobs, dignity, or a future? Or did they only build palaces for themselves while the people sank in debt?
And where are we — the millennial generation? Silent. Afraid. Watching. We did not question when we should have. We did not stand when it was time. We left our parents to believe nothing could change, and in doing so, we became part of the problem.
Parents — out of love and fear — begged their children not to join the protests. “Don’t go, don’t risk your life.” And yet, these same parents ask their children why they leave them behind and go abroad. Is it right to leave your parents in Nepal, old and alone? Maybe not. But what choice is left when the only inheritance here is corruption, debt, and betrayal?
At least this generation is asking the questions. And the answer from the state? Guns. Tear gas. Blood on the streets.
So tell me — who is responsible for this?
-- The politicians who betrayed the people?
-- The police who fired on their own?
-- The millennial generation who stayed silent too long?
--Or the parents, who out of fear, stopped their children from rising?
The truth is ugly, but undeniable: the blood of Nepal’s youth is on all of our hands.
And if anyone still dares to ask whether Gen-Z is right or wrong, look into the eyes of grieving mothers, look at the streets stained with the dreams of our children — and then tell me, with honesty, who is truly wrong.
This is not about social media. This is not about platforms. This is about a generation saying: ENOUGH.
And if bullets are the only answer the state can give to its youth, then understand this — it is not Gen-Z that has failed Nepal. It is Nepal that has failed Gen-Z.
