'' After All We Are Your Tomorrow ''
When growing up life can be tough,
There’s so much you’re expected to learn,
What you do achieve is never enough,
Our elders respect you’re taught you must earn.
Personally I believe that should work both ways,
Yet they get annoyed if you disagree,
Even you’re right some still won’t praise,
Why oh why do they refuse to see.
Decisions they make are carved into stone,
We’re expected to go with the flow,
When proved wrong they refuse to atone,
To their ego that’s a bit of a blow.
They teach you mistakes are a part of your life,
Lessons learned are how you’ll survive,
Don’t they realise they can be the cause of our strife,
Which can inhibit our ability to thrive.
Knowledge is the key but it’s how we are taught,
Sometimes your way isn’t always best,
Forcing opinions on us can leave us fraught,
Ignoring our views can leave us depressed.
Every one of us has the ability to achieve,
There’ll be times we will kick up a fuss,
In our abilities you must try to believe,
To do that you must understand us.
Go back to that childhood you choose to forget,
There’s a rebel in every human being,
Those things you never done you’ll forever regret
If you’re honest you will now be agreeing.
We can learn from you but times do change,
Each generation will take a different view,
Though working together may at first seem strange,
Mutual respect will always win through.
We depend on you to teach us what's right,
Your ideals we will beg steal and borrow,
That way we’ll ensure both our futures are bright,
‘’ After All We Are Your Tomorrow ‘’
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