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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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