We arm our children with guns,
Meant to self destruct.
As if puberty wasn’t enough.
We tie their hands behind their backs,
And tell them to climb a tree.
We give them unrealistic standards;
And expect them to succeed.
Beauty is up for interpretation,
With different shades and hues,
So why have we told her-
She’s not beautiful.
We’ve told him to be a man,
That he can never cry-
And therefore he’s become desensitized.
We wonder what’s wrong with our kids-
But don’t bother to look into their broken families,
Without dads and moms.
So explain to me,
How this is our fault-
When the only hand we’ve been dealt;
Is a broken one.
We’re not to blame-
We came into the world this way.
All of the damage done-
Has been initiated by the generations before us.
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Hey, I may be a pessimist but I know that we have the ability to make a change. ^^ im Just tirgot not being blamed for actions that aren’t my own.
Very well written, very well stated, MoU! I do agree with you that my generation (I am 69) screwed up royally. We are leaving a big mess for the generations after us to clean up.
After reading your poem, an old story popped into my mind: A convict and drunkard hat two sons. One son became a convict and drunkard, the other one became a doctor. When asked why they became what they were they had the same answer: What do you expect with a father like that?
So, MoU, your life is what you make it!
I’ve also heard that before! And I totally agree. That’s why I plan to be better than those before me ^^
YES! And being better will be easy since we were so bad! Any little improvement will go a long way.
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