MissileOfUncertainty

Not the Problem

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.

 

Comments2

  • Shadowbox15

    😢

    • MissileOfUncertainty

      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.

    • FredPeyer

      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!

      • MissileOfUncertainty

        I’ve also heard that before! And I totally agree. That’s why I plan to be better than those before me ^^

        • FredPeyer

          YES! And being better will be easy since we were so bad! Any little improvement will go a long way.



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