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.
Copyright © Hakim Fuhad Mansaray | Year Posted 2024
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