Alkas Poetry Poet Prose Poetry

Young People

Youngsters ,  
how to wait
of young people
maturity,
if they were born
yesterday...?
restrained gestures,
calm,
silence?
If they are bodies
tensioned,
hunting traps
checked,
boxes of
resonance...
Wait for them to speak
any less,
shake less?
Whether they are amplifiers
street vendors,
are adrenaline
and steel,
volcanoes in
boiling...
barely even tired
beat them ...
They are sun and noise,
turbocharged machines,
are free ... yet
so we wish them
on our reins ...?
how are they children
of the world...
But that's how it is,
young people are so that ...
We can only ask
to God that they live
on the tracks of love
that we teach them
on the paths
that we conduct,
until they
children are
parents and so
understand
why our
concern...!

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