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GENERATIONAL GUILT

Sit down , my son 
I've words of wisdom for you
" Go on father," 
You're so quick to listen 
This is a sign that you are special 
" Continue, father" 
I see my generation is different than yours 
Everything that your generation is 
Everything that makes up the youth is no accident 
My generation built up this world that has become more detached from love 
It is all because of my generation that the world is so divided
It's because of my generation that children are being raised with bad parenting 
I come to think of it , who built all those technologies?
Who came up with those greedy   industries? 
Who came up with the age of Sexualization?
Who created the nuclear bomb?
Who went to war with other  countries?
It is not  your generation, son
It is mine 
We , the elders, have left a dehumanized world to come 
Sometimes, I do not recognize this world 
But yet after all that we are guilty of 
We most of the time blame the new generation
" But why father?"
Because we are afraid of the truth 
We are afraid of feeling guilty 
We want to be safe from harmful words 
I find myself one of the wisest in my age 
But you son , could be wiser than me 
I cannot change my guilt but I can make it up to the youth 
" How?"
Here's my death wish 
That you don't do like my generation 
Teach your children the way of virtue 
Above all, teach them to live like family 
Raise according to meaningful values 
Do not expose them to falsehood and lies 
Do you promise me that?
" I do, father"
May God help you
" He will" 
I must meet my maker now 
Remember to always teach the children 
And not help this generation build a bad future
Be prudent ,patient and full with love in your heart
" I will be, father" 


BY John Mayer. C

This poem should not be republished under the name of any other person beside the author's name mentioned above.


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