Lost Generation
lost generation
they live not knowing
when cometh the next meal
they live by the lowest
man ill nutrition
they got voices yet
it is shut down
they got leaders
yet they feeds
their needs by themselves
on their streets the
walls speaks how ugly
poverty can swallow
humans with out mercy
lost generation
they are the forgotten ones
struggling with out benefits
hustling in hard justice
working with the lowest pay
praying with little or no hope
they are rejected yet
exploited
they are like slave yet beneficial
they wallow in pains
and agony is never separated
from there story
they are everywhere
the lost generation
their efforts don't count
even when it makes sense
they are outcast
only useful for labour
their needs are always in control
either is their wish valuable
their offspring grow in shame
genocide of freedom
they grow in hunger and deprivation
of humanity
they struggle same like
there old generation
change is never a chance
for them
they are not educated
yet above all
they believe in God
that why in the eyes of
the opressor they look
strange while
they serve as the
lost generation
Copyright © Richard Nnoli | Year Posted 2017
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