Under Siege

The present grandchildren of our ancestors Staggering in circles So lost in the struggle A struggle to live A life on the brink of the brim Their rationality is under siege Emotional tears of sorrow Clouding the eyes of yesterday’s youth For they can do nothing but stare As the doom of today’s youth they’re certain For theirs is an esteem long lost and gone Their virtues ardently immoral The dreadful question lingers in the hearts of many Can we trust them to live till tomorrow Let alone reaching and seeing it For their purpose to be is enslaved by alcohol Their passionate dreams overshadowed by the smoke of drugs Their worth so less, of ultimate ruins they are absolute