The old people are
broken down, the young
people are rebelling
loud and clear
its their own lack
of knowledge that they fear.
They have ears
but they
don't want to hear
They have eyes
but they
don't want to see,
what is best for them-
they don't want to be.
The past is
dead and gone,
the young people are the future,
and they'll make it
what it will become-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, maybe it's time the young did take over, everybody else as made such a mess of the world. a great write.