Time Traveler Poem by Anugo J. Edoka

I must be a time traveler lost in the present
I feel out of place in this generation
The music will kill Mozart the second time
The tempo is too fast
Many untalented folks are into it these days
The dance is rhythmic but the dancers are crazy
The food is junk and real food is going into extinction
Art is compromised, its essence and representation
Beauty is now imposed rather than perceived
The fashion is deluded as can humor demons
Technology advanced but at human well-being detriment
It's an open world that one would think is about ending
Men has been dogs but recently they have been cross bred
Pretenders, psychological predators, not God's image in any way
The women are butt naked and the ones clothed have no brain
Because they want men with money, men with money mess around with them
They're either shaking their butts at night clubs like some animal in a circus
Or warming some CEO's bed in their cooperate society
It is hard to pick a wife in this time
The children have no ideal model to learn from
As they now watch soft porn in the name of entertainment
Because they live in a time when people have become careless
They grow into social hooligans
No respect and the internet has given them a platform to show case it
They have no identity
It is even scarier to have a child in such an ambivalent time
Than to go into the war front with just one bullet in one's armor
People have become so violent and have lost the values for dialogue
Socialism is dead
You can't have a decent conversation anymore
Either you're talking to a pervert or someone who is hell bent on making money they wrong way
People's opinions these days are either useless or destructive
No love for country no solidarity absolutely rogue souls
Rebels with no reason and moral slanderers
I cannot help but to bemoan the politics of the day
Very few people oriented politicians
Snatching the life out of the state
You can't speak of faith without being bewildered
Indirectly, it landed this generation into this mess
Consistently smuggling souls through hell's gate as they have made a pact with the devil
I wish this is one big dream from which I hope to wake up