The most genuine ones once lived
With peace and harmony
Everyone genuinely related
A glance at their eyes is enough to convince
That all they do was in sincerity
As time went on, they advanced in age
Their ways and means also grew with them
Then came this generation
The ones birthed by the previous.
The old ways of their fathers,
They have made desolate
Nothing of then suits that of now
Always will you hear them say
That was the old school.
The lives they live,
Majority are faked
The love they claim to have
Most are ephemeral
Living just for the day
With no thought of the future.
Modern Youths they say they are
The hands that brought them up, they despised.
No way seems pleasing to them
Except that they deem fit to be right.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem