Young and restless,
That's our great generation,
The generation that will lead our economy,
The generation that will protect our country pillars
Happy and careless,
Enjoying the fruits of succession,
That's is the heroes of lost generation
Posts and blogs,
Most eye-centred;
Those are our future leaders,
They never read news on magazines,
They spend much of their time on phones,
Indeed the lost generation
They never wear presentable attire,
They dress to kill,
They have acquired slogans; slayqueens of the moment,
Hit and run generation,
Indeed the lost coin!
Girls and boys used to fetch firewood together in the bush,
Today they take advantage of the day's darkness,
They call each other names of joy,
Indeed the lost generation
Men for men,
Girls for girls,
Friendship is a thief in the night,
They never value the goodwill of love,
They enjoy their own struggle,
They destroy their own destiny
Not sisters nor brothers,
They share beds and fitting attires,
They never respect their elders,
They never create time to help the old and needy,
They despise and soup it upon,
Oh the lost generation,
Never will it reborn.
The Lost Coin
Keraita Stephen
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 04/10/2020
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