To unborn generations, what will this world be like?
Will everyone still drive cars? Or maybe they’ll just hike.
And what of mobile phones? A wonderful invention or
the curse of modern man, cause of hypertension?
Will we still desire this contemporary accessory or
will at last, we have some sense, and leave it just to memory.
PCs, Macs and laptops, iPods, MP3s –
is it getting too much? Someone tell me please.
Everyone now emails, or texts in shorthand speech,
so few now use the language, teachers try to teach.
Respect for Law and Order, is at an all time low;
gangs of children rule the streets, status dogs in tow.
People being murdered, no care to whom they are;
stabbings every day now, crime has gone too far.
No control, no restraint; war outside the door;
kids killing kids, for what? Status, kicks, not sure?
Time to take the kids in hand, time to give them back,
a childhood full of fun and play, things today they lack.
Perhaps while we’ve been working, in this world of high-tech stuff;
we have not even noticed, the kids have had enough.
Kill him! Kill him! Chants are heard;
These, just children, how absurd!
Turn off all computers, switch off mobile phones;
play out with your children, make streets gang free zones.
We need to be the grown-ups, show them how it’s done;
we need to teach them right from wrong,
before they come undone.
A Children’s Revolution, taking place outside this day:
result of what? Technology? No time to learn from play.
To unborn generations, this world of ours will be,
what we care to make it, one of joy or misery.
© Liola Lee 2007
I wrote the poem below in 2007. I felt the ‘Gang’ issues in society needed to be addressed. I still do. We need to do something as the situation worsens on our streets and in our cities. The image is a scan of one of my Granddaughters who is now 14.
This is a repost