Modern crisis.

straight out of writers block. bit shite and i don't think i conveyed the message properly. political poetry is very very new to me.

The crisis of today, the thought of tomorrow.

The generation of today, live a future in sorrow.

 

Working to the bone towards a tasteless success.

Achieving a diploma, in stagnant progress.

 

What has happened to this world? Bring forth our investments.

Bring forth the seed we planted, not the farmers resentment.

 

I questions the morals, have we really thought this through?

Or do THEY not give a damn about me and you.

 

Do THEY echo lies in the hallowed halls of truth?

Do THEY make it rain on a house with no roof?

 

Do THEY feed gasoline, to an ever growing flame?

Or are THEY a crutch, an excuse for us to blame.

Author's Note

really tried with flow on this one. feedback on that would be greatly appreciated also, tell me if i digressed from the subject matter in anyway.

Reviews

[Melody]

The flow is amazing. I don't think you digressed, if anything it built up as you continued it. This is very strong and makes me question everything. Great job!

[Kianna L. Bearden]

This is awesome! I can't find anything to critique either! Keep it up!

[nigrum homonculus]

thanks a bunch!

[That_Girl]

The flow is perfect and I can't find anything to critique... and trust me, I looked VERY hard... :)

[nigrum homonculus]

thanks for the honesty.

[That_Girl]

Always.

[Be_You_Tifful]

amazing! you did a great job of capturing what is going on today and how it's going to affect our generation in the future. I love'd it. its so poetic and inspiring. it made me think.

[nigrum homonculus]

thanks for the feedback, glad you enjoyed it.

[xxxrawr_friendxxx]

I think the flow is great. It really provokes thought, in a good way. c:

[nigrum homonculus]

thanks!

[xxxrawr_friendxxx]

My pleasure, kind sir. :D