Right Before Your Eyes

Generation Y

We are dying as we speak

Those who see us think not

For they have not lived

But been pampered to believe

They can not know

What is not taught

Skip to the end

Where the secrets lie

It's all a great misunderstanding

As a silly Zebra looks on

I was falsely accused

Wrongly

Excuses I have many

Now the tables have turned

You have sold your peace

Who will listen ?

While the good books are burned

Up in smoke

Flames to ash

You ask

As you grip

The cold metal bars

Feel the steel in your palms

Just above the hips

Real,real as I begin my day

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Gypsy Rose Lee 2 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Enjoyed your poem. So many different things at times happen right in front of our eyes and sometimes we cannot decide if we saw what we saw or not.


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DREAM ON 2 years ago Author

Gypsy Rose Lee When I was young I would spend lots of time listening to older people while they share their amazing stories. Today the teenagers don't want to listen or even care how it was years ago. Don't they know they will miss out on all the things the generation before them did. Once it's gone it's gone. Thank you for reading and commenting.

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