That Generation Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

That generation is messed!
It wasn't like ours years back;
The sky now bleeds like the tap,
The air wandered fruitless
And the cloud tears tear hearted heart.
Every Tom and jerry on the journey of his own,
It wasn't so when we were growing up in Nkporo,
We never saw tears tearing our mouths and eyes.
That generation is lost!
That Generation is dead and gone!
Tattoo on the skin abusing God of not creating the skin well;
Trouser on the kneels exposing the inner wears,
Lesbianism, now sweet tale that uplift the ears,
Homosexuelity, a delicious food eaten with both hands.
That generation is lost in the wood of stupidity and no one sees the set back it has caused to the hand of the time.
A minute silence is a sin to those tears once shed for brothers!
The wind hurry over to the dead of time among the singing youths,
The televised mirrors tell of their foolishness but all are entangled in one dance; ' new school dance'.
Just stay a second in my heart and see how it hurt to watch those lost sons and daughters of this generation.
to the strangled struggles and strife
of our father's past which should never have been in vain but their efforts had been eroded by rains
of redundancy, indolence and greed
for which the gods are not to blame,
as they were claimed to have been ordained
by the voice of humanity and divinity,
for which a common man with common sense
dare not spit unto the face of order
unless he would prostrate before its wrath.
That generation is lost and gone!
That generation is dead and gone!