What our generation really needs
Is to open their eyes and see
That we are capable of so much more,
Than Facebook and MTV,
That we are in control
of the media we see,
That we listen to the songs,
with the same simple boring beats,
"I'm sexy, and I know it,"
is a pathetic waste of a could-be poet
16 and Pregnant, has children trying to do it,
Like,
*"I can raise a baby, if whats her face did fine,
You don't have to use protection,
just promise you'll always be mine"*
When the birth control she swore she took at four
Doesn't always work,
He promises to help,
And her mom doesn't even yell,
But her mom was happy for Herself...
She thinks about it every night,
With no one that understands,
How happy she was,
When he said "Don't give it up"
If only their future went as planned..
...When every other weekend,
Never comes around,
She becomes a single mother,
With inexperience and doubts...
Now I'm not saying this is directed,
To any one I'll meet,
But it still should be a lesson,
The teachers try and teach..
The message isn't getting through,
And these children will one day be
The presidents and doctors,
That this society will always need
Its time to take control,
Of the lack of common care,
They should put inside the syllabus,
"You must know its rude to stare"
Or maybe fund a field trip,
To a nursing home close by,
I think the children of today,
Have lost the concept of time
I bet if you asked a stranger,
They would be happy to sit and read
From the pages of their memories,
Still clear enough to see
The Berlin Wall come crashing down,
Or a television turn on..
The way nothing went to movement,
And then movement turned to sound,
And black and whites every Friday night
became the agenda for the town
The little country store,
on the corner of 5th and main
would have everything you could ever need,
because they lived in a time of simplicity
Before cell phones, and Instagram
Before laptops were littered with spam,
Before 8 tracks and video tapes
Before Call of Duty and Myspace
Everyone wants to tell you,
Whether they admit they do or not,
But too many people aren't questioned,
Before the memories all stop
I don't want any story
To ever go untold,
Because no one ever asked them,
If they'd simply played a sport
Or if they had been to a circus,
Or on a private plane,
Or in any kind of service,
Or if they had ever hopped a train
Or had been to a concert, or their views on Fate..
Try, "How would you sum up an entire decade?"
Everyone has a voice,
And everyone wants to be heard,
Everyone is capable,
Of looking up the words,
Ignorance is over,
It is time to see the light,
We are the ones who will prohibit those guns,
We are the ones who will fight
We are the ones who will be forced to be heard,
No suit and tie can silence our cries
If we all stand together,
Refusing to believe the lies,
We can escape this future together,
But we have to actually try