We are a forsaken generation, a dying generation
A generation of no guide, love but hate and
disseat
A de-generation
That which was left to breed on its own
We have become a monster to all, like dinosaurs soon
We will become extinct
We are the kids of burnt promises
False reality is our code of contact
Ushered into this world with only one,
Yes one dream…..
To be loved and that through that love,
We might be nurtured,
Nurtured into loving, compassionate individuals
And like mountains we would stand and forever
Blossom like lilies in a garden pure and beautiful
But having to solve life’s adversities with a
Plastic smile, our crack filled hearts can’t take it
Anymore, girls have lost their sense of
Belonging, they are just paintings
With no admiration
Who seek love in the caves of doom,
Yet all they need is a father’s cuddle.
Boys are tanned with numerous scarres
So they prey on the innocent….
Knowing nothing about commitment
They move from women to women
Grabbing as they like, devouring as they please
Yearning for nothing more than a mother’s
Kiss on the cheek.
So this is a call to all those make believe adults
That you might realize with privileges comes responsibilities
And that you might save your own creation from devolution
That a family might not come as a fantasy but a simple reality
Cause that’s our birth right
Written By Nyasha
A de-generation
That which was left to breed on its own
We have become a monster to all, like dinosaurs soon
We will become extinct
We are the kids of burnt promises
False reality is our code of contact
Ushered into this world with only one,
Yes one dream…..
To be loved and that through that love,
We might be nurtured,
Nurtured into loving, compassionate individuals
And like mountains we would stand and forever
Blossom like lilies in a garden pure and beautiful
But having to solve life’s adversities with a
Plastic smile, our crack filled hearts can’t take it
Anymore, girls have lost their sense of
Belonging, they are just paintings
With no admiration
Who seek love in the caves of doom,
Yet all they need is a father’s cuddle.
Boys are tanned with numerous scarres
So they prey on the innocent….
Knowing nothing about commitment
They move from women to women
Grabbing as they like, devouring as they please
Yearning for nothing more than a mother’s
Kiss on the cheek.
So this is a call to all those make believe adults
That you might realize with privileges comes responsibilities
And that you might save your own creation from devolution
That a family might not come as a fantasy but a simple reality
Cause that’s our birth right
Written By Nyasha
