Common, mines isn't great
Still I am thankful for the
Situation I'm in
Youth with great potential
But lacks the ability to
See it, shielded from what's
Best by the environment in
whichMost were seeded
Existing in an era where
Chaos is awarded, A
competition where the
Winners life is happily
Aborted
Role models who's physical
Attributes are abnormal,
Rare genetic gifts so
Kids are forced to look
Towards those who are a
Little less formal
Entertainers Who portray
Such a graphic image, forgetting
To flash there signs stating most
Of its a gimmick
Misleading our youth
Ones who seek proper
Guidance, attracted to
What's at sight so there
Actions speak through violence
Unfortunate pain caused
By the lost of our brothers
One I'm lucky enough to
Have not experienced in
Which we acquired the same
Mother
Still I have felt it's wrath through
The means of another, born with
Different blood but endured love
Form each other
Beautiful minds gone
Talents unseen or unheard
Thoughts filled with gardens
Equipped to soar higher then
the birds
Our younger generations suffer
Pleagued with this curse, sadly
Said but seems true it all will only
Grow worse
Absent guidance
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