YOUTH TRAGEDY

 

Many millions strong, an army in the making

of powerful emotions and thoughts.

What is my generation to think of this?

Young in my own eyes, two generations under me

are rising above me right now.

Some make it, some don’t, some are good and do it right,

some are bad and do dark deeds.

They better do it right as soon they’ll be running

this damn country, coming into jobs

and careers – responsible ones.

Laws of averages, rise and fall,

what do we make of the crazy ones?

Stealing cars, selling drugs, mugging pensioners.

What comes around goes around

but right now many fall and some don’t make it.

Teenage suicide, hard times, cost of life.

Only so much prison some can take.

White, black, asian, all creeds.

All the same and an island of emotions,

let loose in an uncertain world.

Good ones are separated by a dividing line,

doing apprenticeships, finding jobs,

a new career. How the gap widens, of no in-betweens,

just people who live their lives and in their own worlds.

 

 

WHAT MAKES A MAN DO WHAT HE DOES?

 

The man who almost boasts I’m up for attempted murder

as I knifed a bloke who attacked my wife. Does this make me bad?

What about the bomber pilot who does his mission and bombs

a city, killing the enemy in their beds. Is he bad?

What about the woman who abuses her own son, 6 years old?

Is she bad, does she have a reason or is she so deranged?

Ask some shrink and what will they say? Why, it’s all cause

and effect – life made them like this and will continue to do so.

I make my own opinions and I do my best to be a decent bloke

but my past hovers so near and far, I move on and do my best.

Tell me… Can a murderer become the man he was before?

Or should he be condemned to death, an eye for an eye?

Answers are hidden…