I Saw A Generation, A Generation Destroying Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

I saw a generation, I saw a generation lost in drugs and intoxicant things
Without job and employment, without work for sustenance destroying
And the Govt. taking excise taxes on the intoxicant things
Without caring for all those sick and dying and dying for,
What the poor fellows, poor fellows could had they been given,
Had they been given job and employment instead of politics
Which the politicians went on doing irrespective of the people and their rights,
I saw the eyes red-red with frustration and joblessness and unemployment,
I saw, saw them lost in ganja, bhang, daru, toddy,
I saw them, saw them straying and stumbling, stumbling on the paths of life
With none to give them support, with none to give them a hand,
I saw them, saw them sadly with so grief in my heart
A generation, a generation lost in daru, ganja, bhang, today and daru,
They taking daru and finishing, finishing
But everyone here was busy with their chairs in the administration,
None, none cared about, cared about them, their health, health,
Moving about as ramblers, vagrants, picnickers, holidayers, vacationers,
I saw a generation, a generation lost in drugs and the things tipsy madly,
I saw a generation, a generation ruining themselves, finishing, finishing themselves,
The romantics, romantics as vagrants digressing and deviating in life to be bohemians
Dying in mental asylums, asylums unmindful of, unmindful of their conditions in a schizophrenic state,
Now you say, you say it me, to me, how, how to celebrate, celebrate it all,
How, how to sing, sing of glory and sustenance if, if survival, survival is so struggle-some and disastrous.