Wasted Life Poem by George Samuel

Nothing is in the blinks,
When it has to come from the shrinks;
Some shining class,
Not secured, but shattering glass;
Of sick wine,
Kept out of legal line.

With it comes the crime,
Why should your soul give up in prime;
No other price.
For those who through this arise;
Will pay in full, with blood!
Just to survive the hood..

That took them up through temporal link,
No morals, when a youthful generation fail to think;
Right, live right or eat right..
Only hope, if the future will be led right.