What Makes Our Kids The Way They Are Poem by Paizli Palmrose

What makes our kids
The way they are
Directionless
They won’t go far

They’re growing up
Without their moms
They’re scared to death
About the bombs

They have no idea
Just what to do
To make men see
More bombs won’t do

Why go to school
Why learn a trade
And so to drugs
Our youth have strayed

There’s no tomorrow
Live for today
Let’s go get high
Let’s go get laid

No need to feel
Or even care
We cry for help
But no one is there