My Generation

I find myself wanting to believe that the times of bona fide innocence ended with our forefathers decades ago My heart persists on convincing my mind to see that the dent on our generation is irreversible, but the heart does not convince the mind hard enough for it to decipher The concept of staying true to oneself deforms everyday Lie is the new truth- is what we do The sense of respect is being demolished by our actions Fake is the new real- it is how we are We overlook our cultures but do not hesitate to accept foreign ones Decoration of deception is what we do best We live in the sphere of illusions- we illuminate ignorance and idleness My peers devour some stages of their lives only because they are ravenous for matters that go odd with their ages Some are in a race to the denouement of their lives, well, this may denote shorter life expectancies than expected but on whose shoulders can the blame be delegated? The ideal of the democratic youth is doomed by a deluge of complex individuals who persist not to comply If we are this impudent, what about the next generation? If we are this intolerant, what about the next generation? If we are this iniquitous, what about the next generation? If we are this irresponsible, what about the poor future? What about those offspring we reproduce at such a young age, won't they resemble us? Won't they reflect us? If we are so conspicuous and infatuated won't they be worse? If we are so inhumane, won't they just be intrinsic? If we are so resistant to education, will they even comprehend the mere significance of it? Being so irrational I then begin to wonder if there could be a possible way to prevent gene transfer to protect the next generation and make the world a better place. My generation is ruined. We are destroyed, we are perishing.