The Generation Of SheepA Poem by Sarah Ahmed
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The issue with society today is that all we care about is lust We try to act like the old generations, but sadly we can't adjust These mindless hypocrites out there will dare to preach and then trust So long as they inform others it's wrong, for them then it's just Place your book of morals back on your shelf and let it catch dust You're not fooling anyone but yourself with your game and disgust I'm so sick of these lies that make my mind want to combust Just leave your morality behind to olden and rust You're better off without it, but you'll highly doubt it You want to discuss morality? Let's talk about it Let's talk about how you as an artist would portray yourself Playing with minds at the ages of twelve But I guess I'm twelve if I don't dress like a w***e And I guess I'm two if I haven't had sex before I guess I'm twenty if I spend my time drinking And maybe I'm zero if I ever start thinking I have no purpose if I ever use my brain And if my life isn't dictated then my life is in vain If we now were to speak in all honesty Provocative pride is our new modesty Where's the freedom of will that we pled for so long? Revealing your skin makes you empowered and strong? Now tell me it's your life and you'll do as you like But remember this when your kids will watch and learn your mistake Don't try to excuse yourself because you're an old adult Children are influenced by you, so you're at fault But I guess even if we run or even if we hide We'll always be exposed, whether out or inside I reminisce the days one would walk out with no worry Now from each destination I feel as though I must hurry This was merely our doing, arresting fate and charging luck Pity to some in the old times who see the young and are vastly struck Shaming and degrading, drugging for good times Why can't you spend your leisure without committing some crimes? It's all about the pleasure and living it up But your pleasure is jail, so start giving it up These sick alluring trends have come as nothing but crude Is this how our generation really wants to be viewed? Selling your body for a thousand dollar treasure Trading your dignity knowing nothing else can measure You're breaking your backbone and you're dealing your soul Our society is slowly dying without anyone's control Not a sole being sees that demolition is ease We're taking a liking to this mad disease And if I'm not a follower of the generation of sheep Then they'll chase after me until I permanently sleep I'll kill the life ahead of me and I'll murder my youth For I won't live for a lie, but I would die for the truth © 2014 Sarah AhmedFeatured Review
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