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The Youth


Strong bones and sharp minds 
But are the youths strong enough?
Do they even have the time?
Consumed with reality TV while real life passes them by
Are you telling me these are the ones on who we rely?
Praises are given to those who have the most gimmicks 
How many do you admire with genuine and powerful lyrics?

Who am I talking to? 
I'm talking to the youth
Some know strength but only the strength of their sexual prowess
The value of the mind is low on the scale of attractiveness
Flashy cars,perfect physique and neatly laid hair parade at the top of the attractiveness scale
What are you using your youth for?
To simply keep up with the current downfall or be the generation to stand tall?
Consumed with the excitement of the times and the obsession with money
Pride and morals are put aside at the pursuit of fame and monetary gain
What race are you in ?
To simply have fame attached to your name or be proud of your name

Strong bones become frail when they have no structure
Youth so weak they can't withstand the pressure
No time on their hands
They simply waver to fall prey to any helping hand
Hands that will abuse and make them lesser of a man
Will you still stand?
Who will be bold enough to lead our land?
The youth are weak
It is strength the future needs


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