New are few
“Long long ago” was the fashion of old
As this art of start was passion of gold
By dysgenic, the of purity was sold
Hence the words of world had turn into mold.
From tad to teen are on the fence
Feeling proud stayed out of commonsense
Like the rising sun searching for moon
And blindly sets thinking it’s coming soon.
Culture melts with fashion spells
As it’s enrooted the parents as ringing bells
Our earth mates think they are prime
Thus many lives are spoiled with this crime.
Change yourself and change your mates
Or the situation chases u with head breaking fates
Its good to follow the older views
Rather changing the idom “new are few”.
Categories:
dysgenic, change, character,
Form: Verse