Selfish Generation

Selfish Generation

A Poem by PoeticFury

This generation that is rated...
Not pg...
Not rated E or R, or M, but a generation that is rated..
We barely making it...
Where in our own lives where we are so concern about other people and their living environs.
There favorite song that they love to listen to on days where there is suppose to be peace is the sound of police sirens.
How selfish becomes a priority..
Where it is taking over by the majority.
No one is concerned about the dead or the non existing..
Seeming that a piece of a*s or messing over someone and how they feel is the pleasure they get out of hurting others.
Doesn't it seem like something is missing?

Where a pen and paper is nothing, but an escape for some to make money cause that is all they know.
When in turn it is not always the fault of the youth, but the fault of who raised the youth. 
Where they youth is being abandoned, and are being taught the wrong thing where they are forced to quickly age.
Dieing in a cage that is full of rage; going ninety miles an hr on the highway of this life and hell where the trials to them is someone who is hating.
Then violence is quick to escalate center stage.

Where rewriting history leaves us stuck on the same page..
Where being judge by society dictates the way we live, and all we do is check and sometime ignore the gauge.
Where we take and don't show..
Taking the little ones... the kids of tomorrow leaving them in sorrow.. nothing to live for.. Nothing for them to move on to.
They are force to borrow...
Although this generation of hate feels no sorrow.
Times are to hard though...
Yet some of us make it worse...
Where helping out the needy..
Helping out our on family..
Has to go on the back burner cause we always want to be first..
Where talking to someone has no meaning cause every other word that comes out of our mouths is a word of curse.
Yet some say hell is below... That flower in the ground is not watered by water, but by tears..
Wishing that change would come..
That little Amanda..
That little James...
That older man who hurt little Amanda..
All that pain to James...
All those boys..
All those girls..
All the innocent who go through things..
That this list is to long to name has bad memories, but I remember..
January through December...
You would think we would wake up after so long...
Yet this generation of how and now...
Leaves people hurting and alone...
No one being taught..
There is nothing being shown...
One day change is going to come...
Its happen right now...
If some of you are unsure how this change is actually happening.
Why don't you ask this selfish generation of today..
How?

© 2012 PoeticFury


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Many will complain about the legth of this. Personally I could have read more. Strongs and powerful. And again, very alive. Very stark and absolutley brilliant.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"Heaven has no fury like a writer with emotion"

You are the prime example Prince ;)

Never quit, always keep going.

With Love,
Bri.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Heaven has no fury like a writer with emotion. I love writing more than I love life. Why? Cause writing is my life, and without it I have no life. I enjoy music, and meeting new people. Also like most.. more..

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