The lost Generations.

This is very poiniant, sorry if it upsets any readers please know that this poem is quite angered in nature.

Looking at the world today

it's no suprise that all we see

is the homeless, lost and deprived,

around you and me.

 

Where did the fairy tale godmother go?

Did she too feel anger and fear,

as our own generations are lost,

to the likes of apple and top gear.

 

What happened to helping your neighbour?

Instead of spitting over the hedge.

What happened to loving one another?

Instead of pushing eachother over the edge.

 

Where did the good samaritan go,

did they too feel alone?

Did they too feel submissive to the big man,

as they were toiled with like a dog with a bone.

 

Was there ever a time of love and plenty?

Or is it simply told to help us sleep?

Was there ever really our  robin hood?

Or was it just a bed time miss instead of counting sheep.

 

But looking at the world today

It's no suprise that all we see,

Is the fearful and the lost

around the likes of you and me.

Author's Note

Could you please share your thoughts on this one please? As I am very anxious to hear peoples oppinion, thank you ever so much for reading my poem.

Reviews

[Laura Harrison]

So much truth lies in these words! If everyone was more kind and thought of others rather than just themselves, the world would be a better place.

[Scott Metro]

Is it growing up you feel ?..is it truth you feel ?...the great cosmic joke viewed through the eyes of the heart....welcome to the world.

[Kimberley Reid]

And what a screwed up world it is.