This youthful generation I speak of, yet my words
fail me to describe of.
I open my mouth, in criticism or praise, but pause me
for I am at odds.
Odds am I to say what is of the youth for how
could I truly tell of them?
They are a mystery yet to be solved, a man difficult
to declare innocent or guilty.
Immorality and pleasure reign among them; in
those youths, they have found their home.
A breeding ground the youths provide for them,
unknowingly giving power to these hated entities.
An unreasonable mind they seem to possess, further
poisoned by their elders; innocent were they once,
turned filthy by this world's dangers.
Their health and vigor do they damage; every harmful
substance have they invited to consume.
The later years are met with regret at the debauchery
of their earlier times as they ponder on every debased
See how the culture has touched them and poisoned
the posterity; ere should this generation continue to deteriorate, hopeless should be the descendants.
Smoke and drink in debauchery do they do; pleasure is their only goal. The boy and girl come together and the
excitement of lust seizes them.
The young woman gives birth; early motherhood does
The nights are filled with late merriment as peaceful sleep
consumes the day.
The wonders of nature have been discarded for the
pleasures of the artificial world.
A brilliant mind do few of them possess as the rest descend
into an animalistic state.
Foul talk and abusive statements escape their lips; words
of kindness, I find not in them.
Twisted ways do they invite, unaware of its corruption;
a malicious companion have they sought.
A path has been chartered for each of them; the road to
life they walk not the same.
Observe how they wander and arrive at desolation,
peering back to the days of their prime; here, they desire
a reform that has left them.
What of this generation shall I say? Could my words
be more difficult to speak?
Let this generation seek knowledge and wisdom, lest
pleasure deteriorate the whole of humanity.