Lost Generation Poem by Kenneth Boitshepo

I see no future amongs us,
Doomed youth indeed,
Light to guide us we need,
Jail is overcrowded,
Fresh blood imprison,
Path to hell is invented,
Halloween is what we used
To believe in.
We can't distinguish
A road to be taken,
A road not to be taken and
A hand not to be shaken
We drifting apart in a deep
Blue sea of lucifer.
Grow to be angels of demons,
Denying God, selling our
Soul to become filthy wealthy,
Cudding careless combat
In a cabaret,
Life it's losing it's texture.
What a rable radiant
Role of amusement,
Truly life lost it's FAIR leaves.