Generations

   Shining new souls, delicate and bright,

Disfigured and mangled over time.

 

   A mother, dependent, oozes her insidious defects unto them,

awakes the next day, oblivious and ignorant.

 

   A father,

absent

 

   Disgustingly twisted, obtusely despicable,

the generations new, inhibited by generations old.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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