Long Lost

A poem of thoughts

Long lost are

Values and virtues

Long live the ways

Of the wicked and forgotten

Lost are the ways

We used to play

Lost are the things

We used to say

Living are baleful leaders

Who all have their own agenda

Living are docile children

Sleeping in dire situations

Lost is the potential

Of all our new youth

Lost is the will

To make a change

Growing is misguided hate

Created by media lies

Growing is the robotic minds they create

Made for us to die

Dying are strong minds

With no intrest helping

Dying are the last ones

Who could untie these binds

Reviews

[Anna]

Gotta love the new developing society.
"lost is the potential of all our new youth" I couldn't agree more
This whole poem really shows how pathetic this world is coming too.

[Baby Ricochet]

Teenaged angst. Gotta love it

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

I enjoyed the mournful tone in this, the disillusionment is exquisite.

[Jagger Cyde]

Thank you. I hope it successfully sent the waves of emotion that I intended it to.

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

Well the consequences of the baby boomer and their generation will have ripples for the rest of us for centuries...