What Matters
I am ashamed of my generation,
For it has been nothing but chaos and complication.
I hope there is still time to amend;
If not, we are the beginning of the end.
For poeple my age are vociferous,
And their size is voluminous.
But am a renegade.
there are other like me, but our numbers dissipate.
we will not waive,
but slowly we become corrosive.
I accuse my generation of myriad of reprhensible acts.
If only they discern the facts.
Brings me to see the world where it is - what sadness.
Have real men forgotten how to act with goodness?
Do we even know the rules?
But I am not a fool!
I will not become a follower.
And I will do everything in my power
To change the world for the better.
I am a renegade, and that is what matters.
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