The generation of Cuckoos
that’s the kind of people we are,
that’s the kind of animal we are.
Only to leave someone you once love
to leave them for our selfish reason
after having a kid or a few kids
to the one we call bae or ***.
No better than animals,
no better than the devil,
what kind of person are we?
The generation of Cuckoos
that’s the kind of people we are,
that’s the kind of animal we are.
To leave our children
without the mother’s warmth
or without a father’s wisdom
mindless animals we are.
No sense of care,
no sense of responsibility
what kind of parent are we?
The generation of Cuckoos
that’s the kind of people we are,
that’s the kind of animal we are.
Leaving the next generation of Cuckoos
without good morals and values,
without good parenting through life,
and helping them to understand love.
What happen to loving parents?
What happen to being together?
What kind of example are we showing?
We are the next generation of Cuckoos
that’s the kind of people we are,
that’s the kind of animal we are.
Like always, I'm still trying to find inspiration to write poetry, getting back at it. This poem is meant to question if you are ready to be a parent? Like myself. I know I'm not ready and will I ever be ready? No. Obviously we aren't perfect, but we should try for the ones we love. They will see a better future.
