You're bold, you're stupid, the blame game is your friend.
Pointing fingers, shouting names,
none of them your own.
Swollen bellies, teenage bodies, where's the father,
why the bother?
Drugs replacing, mind is racing, colours facing, love escaping.
Designer brands determine friendships,
the popular ruining it all.
See the girl in the chair, dead in the centre,
judged, broken, offended, broken.
What do you do?
Judge, break, offend, BREAK!
Tear down the creative,
shatter the artistic.
This is your life,
walking a fake line.
Cherish it, or don't.
It's your sick world.
I wrote this for my humanities class. The theme was, to sum it up, "how much my generation is ruining the world".
thank u. Defend us who love art who see a world through eyes of beauty and heart not through hollow and pethic minds. thank you.
I love it!
It so observant. It's amasing how well you captured it all
...I think you captured it perfectly! Love the rhyme-scheme you used here.
I love it, it is beautiful