My Generation Poem by Sinclair Azubuike Farrell
My Generation
A generation
Set on set on self destruction
It like our hearts
Have turned cold
Not many of us
Are trying to break the mould
More interested
In buying clothes
And bling, bling
Why can't we recognise that life is a precious thing?
Do we want to destroy ourselves?
Or will my generation rise above those negative stereotypes?
Monday, February 20, 2012
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