A Generation Of Immorality

The world is crying
And the pillars are staggering
Soon the corners will fall
Despite the fact that they are tall
People, woke up and escape the scenes are weak

I saw them at midnight
With their lamps light
Across the streets
Selling and buying, their cheap natural products
Guess what a hell? Their words almost choked me

They have made it weak
The so called beautiful creatures
They sell their pleasures
For just a penny
The world is ailing , who will heal it?

Look at their dress
They openly walk naked
To them they have no stress
But the elders are griefing
I hear the elderly say, 'the fallen generation'

Fathers and mothers
Kindly, prevent the fall
I know you can, to equip the matters
Teach them morals as much as you can
Provide the necessities, to prevent them hawking.

Francis Omariba
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