A NAKED GENERATION

So sad, seeing the world we were born into Being consumed by a rage of civilization See young people misuse the freedom of choices Taking advantage of every situation. In the glow of screens, they lose their own reflection Chasing fleeting dreams in a digital nation Forgotten are the days of simple connection Lost in the labyrinth of their own creation. They dance to the beat of a hollow ambition Caught in a cycle of endless distraction The future they hold is a fragile rendition Of dreams that once soared, now ground to inaction. I see hope still lingering in every conversation A spark in the eyes of a fading generation For in the ashes of misguided foundations Rise the seeds of change, and a new salvation.