Our Children's Future.

When we were children our dreams were achievable.
We could have dreams and our very own opinions.
Technology had not advanced and the world was fairly stable.
We travelled at our pace to achieve our ambition's.
Today technology is running riot across our world.
Opportunities are less and life is so much more expensive.
I ask have today's children's dreams already been sold.
Or is there a bright future for them in a robotic world.

When I was a child, the world was scary and strange.
Yes, when I was a child my home was that safe place.
You ask why I have lost my childhood dreams,
Why hopes of motherhood and marriage aren't what seems
The way to go? This new strange world is scary still.
Why offer children a world with devils filled?
Of robots, clowns and wicked men I've little knowledge,
Yet if I've been withheld from all I dreamed since college,
Maybe I am learning that was good. You know?

Todays a life awaken from hardship
My life's your wife's little miss hardship
The things we may have come to
becoming the one I run to
Missing the things repunzle my means
little miss things we're a riding our fling
you get it my wings missing from within
I hurt you not a plan rebirth what I'm saying
a few may land some may fall you can get it
maybe withdraws

it's not hard to remember
the quiet days,
the only days that are worth
remembering.
but what good is memory?
that is to say,
we have sold our souls
to all the men we pay.
and I hope for them,
when they have the world,
that is will not be as cruel to them as it was to us,
though I see the signs.
perhaps we can look away,
live a little,
have our final quiet day.

When a child before we had TV our only entertainment friends to see
All together for each meal family bonds were made of steel
Today my children facebook friends all others move away
No one goes for a walk and with others only in text do they talk
Children have no retirement to look forward to until their life is through

The world I grew up in felt more carefree, more laid-back.
But the future they inherit may not be the easiest place to live.
It’s changing fast.
And with that change comes uncertainty.
Where I once played freely, they may have to watch their backs.
What was once simple may now be complex.
What felt safe may now feel unpredictable.

The boogie man was lurking in our rear,
The hammer man left all our hearts in fear,
Our freedom had a pricey tag to pay
We knew both fun and danger in our way,
My parents' dream dissolved before their eyes,
Yes, even when their children were the prize.
I guess it never was a brave new world,
Nor had a glorious future that unfurled.
Not here did any kingdom wait to crown us,
Whence what had we to offer them to trust?
Thou art our dwelling place all generations,
In Thy light we see light spite men's machinations.
Let the children come to Thee,
For there's no better place to be.

I pray for all the hurt kids,
Why do so many go missing like this?
We must protect them from harm,
The future really does ring my alarm.
Governments don't care like they say,
No actions taken, looking the other way.

Oh children they say our future
Not longer the future
Destroyed by the past
Not concerned about didactic tales
Tales by moonlight
not longer there
But now ;
tales of romance
Decadence now the symbol
Oh children of our days!
Now introduced into immorality
Help our children

Why did you destroy my future?
I’m the same child who once played with mud.
I’m still learning how cruel the world can be.
I doubt I’ll see my grandchildren—
our children’s future is limited.
Apologies are not enough to save face.
Can’t you see? The world has gone dark,
and the children have become the afterthought.

No future is certain; we learn this in shadows, wandering day by day, night by night, through a world of mystery. Yes—children are the future, but teach them wrong and they will forget the memory of the world. Then they are lost forever, like a tree that forgets what it means to be, or a guardian stripped of power. Yet the future can be certain, if the past is honored again.

We are, after all, the children taught in yesteryear,
Many—stuck in toddler oblivion—an ego at war with id.
As such, many have grown to immaturity.
Or, perhaps, that was just an excruciating slip
On the Freudian floor of adults adulting in adulthood.
Still, those who shred vanity for the mirror's look,
Will find in themselves the way to breaking the shadows.

We can hope the robots don't learn the nastier human traits.
Who knows, maybe they will make the world a safer place.
For our children in their long new journey in life.
Maybe we don't need to worry, everything will be alright.
We will be able to stand on the side and smile.
As we watch all the children's dreams come alive.

Censored facts, blur the lines,
to make a blanket; safe,
bright icons, upon the screen
turn wholesome, into wraith,
thus, bandwagon's heart,
and cancelling is key,
just look at those Prime bottles
dancing in the sea,
if they are the future,
they must love the truth,
for hollow is; a proud-loud shout
act-bite must come from tooth,
enjoy those lives dear children,
lo' soon you will be old,
rebuild what has been broken
by choices; harmful, bold!

Back in the sixties they imagined what we'd know
Computers and space travel how it'd surely go.
Of cellphones and George Orwell's world
None dared to dream. Til twas unfurled
We could not see beyond the crazy visions, eh?
How can we then see past this moment to that day?
Oh let us teach the children round us to fear Thee,
If that we'd one and all that glorious future see.