This Generation

This Generation

A Poem by ANBU Writings
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The times we're living in.

"

Are we forsaken, 

forsaking, 

or exposing the true colours of a numb generation?

When youths have been led astray,

when a knife replaces a pen,

what if we never see the light again?


A blade doused in blood cannot shimmer,

each time a ray of hope dimmers,

so what are you saying? 

Saint or sinner?

Walk outside you'll see the latter,

attentions seekers would rather record it than prevent it,

innocents pay the price of a brazen,

selfishness and ignorance without hesitation,

"do I help or upload for attention" -

Oh. 

Another life has been taken.

Damn...

© 2022 ANBU Writings


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'This Generation'
ANBU,
I liked your spelling of color; (colours) in the first line. Has our western culture become so saturated, indoctrinated by moral decay that when it is documented electronically hearts do not seem shocked, embarrassed ashamed? I must say that in my teenage years; early seventies that life was much more structured and safe. I did not grow up in a big city which probably explains a lot too. I appreciated this piece as it gave notice to the shame we all should feel at the loss of moral absolutes in the general culture about us.
Bless you,
Kathy

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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It’s hard for me to read this and not think of the 4th Great Ninja War. It’s interesting to take notice of the difference between views. A knife or a pen? Reference of the bloody knife not shimmering was awesome. Still I think of what I saw in how the different villages raised the younger generations and their views of battle were different. Today, we see the same. There are those who would rather get likes for the experience then to actually experience it. We end up with a generation all present for the photo op but not present for the event. I like to think there are still those who know better and willing but unfortunately they won’t be recognized in the same way because they aren’t looking for the recognition. They act right because it is right.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

'This Generation'
ANBU,
I liked your spelling of color; (colours) in the first line. Has our western culture become so saturated, indoctrinated by moral decay that when it is documented electronically hearts do not seem shocked, embarrassed ashamed? I must say that in my teenage years; early seventies that life was much more structured and safe. I did not grow up in a big city which probably explains a lot too. I appreciated this piece as it gave notice to the shame we all should feel at the loss of moral absolutes in the general culture about us.
Bless you,
Kathy

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

terrifying but true this does speak truth to our indifference as a global society. When here in the States a woman's rape can be videod by people who do nothing to stop it that truly speaks ill of us as human beings. We have become broken and must learn to find our humanity again. Thank you for sharing this important message of a poem with us. It is a truth we need to hear.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

ANBU Writings

2 Years Ago

Yes, I agree 100%. It's bad isn't it :(
Thanks for sharing your thoughts on this with me! I .. read more

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Added on December 6, 2021
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ANBU Writings
ANBU Writings

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