The children of this generation
are confused with too much materialisation.
They have too many choices, all wanting to be different
There not sure if they want to or if they should go with it!
They no not of the hard times, except through eminem rhymes!
There is too much anger and frustration,
Not enough control and not enough nature.
Soo much technology not too much reality,
They need peace and quite, so they can gain some sanity.
Music blarring, image everywhere,
computer imaging whats there not to scare!
This image where suppose to be, so much pressure
yet people dont see, storms inside, outside perfect weather
So much self destruction, not enough punishment,
NOt enough love, too much resentment.
-A self destruction of the world from this generation!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You're absolutely spot on Laura - most of the sick puppies you mentioned need a good worming...