We often heard tough men says, ‘Letsave this generation'
Save from whom?
Save from where?
Save from what?
From antipathy? From World War 3?
or from the diseases brought by new rendezvous
New drugs conceived and invented
A multi-million business of rich
and the hungry for fame and money
Poor guinea pigs, poor, poor countries!
An illicit connivance
Like my perfume illicit fragrance
Smells so good to me
too tempting not to engage
Let's save this generation
From the wrath of the Most High
Who burned Sodom and Gomorrah
Do not look back, do not even try.
Copyright: Eden S Trinidad
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
September 1,2018
3: 00 AM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem