Disillusioned youth
always wondering why
Pointing fingers in shame
as they seem to try
Pushed far behind
and always forgotten
So young they eat
of the fruit gone rotten
Innocence stolen
left all alone
The future holds
a headboard of stone
Hanging in the balance
of decisions never made
Lost in the depths of time
where feelings start to fade
Voices of tomorrow
born to hate
Searching for an answer
that is too late
Discovering that the dream
has been misleading
Leaving broken families
and children bleeding
Rulers of the past
sit and wonder
Hoping that they
don't pull them under

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