Glamouring Crime

Youth has life so hard

Every time we turn on the TV

It's another gangster 

Made into an Epic figure

A drug lord

into a master

we wonder of the corrupted minds

Cigarettes are cool

here to a slow death

We recycle sayings of the ignorant

But all our books to some shelf

the parties 

are too loud

And the schools 

Deafening in silence 

Something is wrong 

with the telly 

Then we ask the young to make choices

Steam off in anguish

When a boy shows up to school shooting ?!!!

Like the food we eat

Can't be digested in the same body we fed it

The live feed of no quality

Has come to life out of the dramatic scene