Post by celtrasa on Dec 29, 2005 1:04:05 GMT -5
Its happening everyday.
The same routines,
The same old ways.
The new generations rise,
The old decline,
But things never change
Each generation thinks they’re
In the right,
And everyone gets drawn into
An endless fight.
But what exactly are we fighting for?
What we think is right while others do not?
Its foolish and stupid,
And each person is no less degrading than themselves.
This poem may not flow, but it’s the truth,
Because not one person can deny
That they have that little spark of hatred
In their heart.
It cannot be ignored,
Nor outran,
But for once,
Can’t we just take a stand?
The same routines,
The same old ways.
The new generations rise,
The old decline,
But things never change
Each generation thinks they’re
In the right,
And everyone gets drawn into
An endless fight.
But what exactly are we fighting for?
What we think is right while others do not?
Its foolish and stupid,
And each person is no less degrading than themselves.
This poem may not flow, but it’s the truth,
Because not one person can deny
That they have that little spark of hatred
In their heart.
It cannot be ignored,
Nor outran,
But for once,
Can’t we just take a stand?
