A lost Generation

Sakwa Franc

When fountains of life are forsaken

The only springs of hope being blocked

When our wells dry and cisterns are broken

Where is the true hope for this generation?

 

Their gates no longer opens for good

Each day is a fine opportune time to kill

In every city and town there is bloodshed

Mind is poisoned and soul has no peace

 

They feed on their fleeting pleasure

Born today only to die before they are weaned off

Their bodies are painted and sold out on streets

Daughter and fathers share same bed

 

Iam part of this lost generation

Crooked and warped offsprings

To them day and night makes no difference

Their appetite drives them to graves

 

Where are the pillars that guided our ancestors?

When true love existed on their marriage bed

Sex has become a shopping list 

Anyone with money can purchase it

 

Who are the wise in this age of civilizations

Who feed our children with pornographic drink

Our mothers are displayed naked on screens

Dirty games are the joy of their callous hearts

 

It's a lost generation with no future

Black veil covers their eyes with no hope

Travel around institutions of higher learning

They are training camps for thieves and swindlers

 

Is there hope left for this plundered people?

Yes, there is light shining and spreading its wings

Only to those with seeing eyes and understanding heart

What are you doing to save our generation?

  • Author: Francis (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 16th, 2023 05:08
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • cerry

    THIS IS STRONG!!!!

    • Sakwa Franc

      Thanks so much Cerry



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