My Generation
My generation
lived by its own rules,
refused to cope with reality
and grew up irresponsibly...
abusing their bodies
with harmful substance;
arrogance and pride
were the qualities they displayed!
My generation
looked away...staring into nothing,
no plans,no dreams and no faith
to make them grow in spirit;
drunken, indulgent and insecure
they lost the will to endure...
they wasted precious years
chasing after phanthoms
that led them to obscure roads,
where life was so worthless and cheap!
My generation
put away holiness
and replaced it with foolishness,
and as demons seaped into their weak souls,
they were made powerless by their own rendition;
not empowered by love...they lost themselves!
My generation
could have accomplished great things,
been powerful leaders and inspire others;
their good deeds
could have been excellent examples
of their fruition!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2007
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