For my generationA Chapter by Dani The UnreviewedIt is a poem...i think. Thanks for reading.
I don't blame anyone,
I will spare the great words, Yes, every single goddamned one, In this world, some love's needed, But most have only one, themselves We were born wild, The streets raised us, No one looked after us, Among the concrete buildings, Miracles don't exist. You never saw a single tear, Or any fear in our eyes, Even when there was, You did not notice. Instead of pity, Spare your s****y words, Fortune, for you it works, All we needed was some love, So we know what it feels like, So we know we aint all alone, But you gave none. Thats how we became a cursed generation. We don't ask for anythin, Just some love, A family, A father, A mother, But we got nothin. Thats how we became a cursed generation. Nobody cared, When we were scared, From each other we expected comfort, Nobody else was there, Nobody will care, Not many of us dare, To say its not fair. That is how we became a cursed generation. Instead of your words, Of pity, And the s****y, Dirty lies, We ask for nothing, But some care, some love. I can not ask for anything, But for my generation, and all those to come, i dare to ask, for one thing only. Don't hurt your children, Don't kill them, Don't starve them, Don't lie to them. Put all that away, Yeah, you hear right thats what i say, In the name of generations, past, present, and to come, I say, love your kids. If you wont, then who will? © 2016 Dani The UnreviewedAuthor's Note
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