The Trapped Generation - Poem by Richard Israel
Although i belong to a generation condemn by
A vast population of the elders with venom like
Tongue, i still know, it is the residual and the replica of
The misfortune established by the passing
Generation. Who do our generation blame for
Our misfortune and mishaps?
Whatever becomes of this generation, it is as a
Result of ideologies planted by the passing generation.
Who made the foundation we met?
Our eyes are unclear, sometimes, full of no
Confidence and hope. This expression of
illuminated unhappiness I saw on this
Generation, were set century ago before
Our generation emerged.
It is the passing generation path that brings
About our present tribulation.
We are told; our culture can not give us what
We desire; foreign cultures do; the elders
Determines the course of our milk and honey
With it, now our generation embrace what we
We are told; through the tales written on media, new life
should pattern after the incidence in our environment: we swim
and get a dive in it, now we have become a master.
We are told; through the expression gushing
Out of their faces; involvement in leadership
Of the land pays than anything else on earth,
We sharpen our sword to get involve, because
Of what see them doing; we are condemn.
We are told; education is the source of wealth, but
instead to get wealthy, frustration is the end product of it; those
Who couldnt withstand the cripsy aroma, get trapped the same
passing generation who negotiate the right kidney; we are blamed.
Are we not trapped in wrong philosophy enchantting
By the passing generation? is this generation not heading
For extinction? Our misfortune remain the happiness
of the passing generations. Do we blame the season of our
existence? Who do we blame?
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