This Generation Poem by Blessing Asake

this generation, our generation
blessed with a curse we can't imagine.

this new age is beyond our soul and yet we blend to trend for nothing.

what an echo moving,
generation with rattles buh yet we are in tears of battle.

is this what we call a generation? ,
whose led do we follow?

we have nothing to say, when everything seems to be right,
and yet we do follow the sinful norms.

we fought a war called hustle,
many seems to be a failure when they fall to win the sinful puzzle.

we are onward in this generation, the curse won't let us be till the day come to an end.