Generation Poem by Krisztian Fercsek

Most of the youth don't know what's out on the street,
Just staring at their screens, staring at their feet.
We used to run wild through the fields and the trees,
Fighting over nothing, feeling the breeze.

Walking barefoot on the gravel and the stone,
Sitting on a little mound, never all alone.
The only thing that mattered was playing in the sun,
We never played too rough, we only played for fun.

Today's generation doesn't see this anymore,
Scrolling social media behind a closed door.
Out there in the real world, they don't have a friend,
Just that little glowing screen until the very end.

Many young ones do not know what lies outside,
Missing all the beauty, nowhere left to hide.
I don't mean this poem to cause any pain,
I just feel a sorrow for this modern chain.

Today's generation doesn't see this anymore,
Scrolling social media behind a closed door.
Out there in the real world, they don't have a friend,
Just that little glowing screen until the very end.

We need to break away from this endless spin,
Find the quiet places where we can begin.
Step out of the race and let the spirit fly,
Look up from the phone and see the open sky.

The world is still waiting just outside the glass,
Feel the morning dew upon the meadow grass.
Leave the noise behind and watch the river flow,
Living in the moment with a gentle glow.

Today's generation doesn't see this anymore,
Scrolling social media behind a closed door.
Out there in the real world, they don't have a friend,
Just that little glowing screen until the very end.