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Tue May 21 07:10:11 SAST 2013

Erosion of Our Future: Poem

Bob Blackwell | 15 May, 2012 12:47

Image by: LAUREN MULLIGAN

A poem about South Africa's future.

Starts
with empty churches
and no moral lessons
taught at home.
Parental guidance,
too engrossed in self
and magic picture shows.

Many
young minds
grow without
guardianship or care,
no guidance given,
no ethics, discipline,
no moral code,
to help guide
their future life.

Lost,
peer pressure wins the
battle for young minds.
Each young spirit lost
one less soul banked
for future of our world.

Youth
now cowled,
hides intent,
young conscience, no
rights or wrongs
scruple fires are cold, no
fuel, no nourishment,
nothing taught, so
many souls now dead.

How
can we afford
to lose
young talent not
nurtured so
it gives out
no creative promise?
So much waste, so
much promise lost!

To
graffiti walls in the
art schools of the street,
that give expression
to the secret codes,
that mean a
gang of sameness,
the belonging makes
them strong.

Many
experience and feel,
The pain of indifference,
The pain of boredom,
The pain of misunderstood,
The pain of defiance and
The pain of guilt.

Pain
needs a potion, a
intoxicant prescribed,
to alleviate the pain,
makes life exciting.
so they do not care,
they laugh, they make
a noise, make trouble,
so we’ll notice them.

What
hope for future lives?
Same values taught,
by those already lost,
same sad intent, still
no book of ethics, still
no principles, no guide
or moral code.

Erosion
means a slow but
gradual decay,
a mould, a rust,
a deterioration, that
never stops, it erodes
the soil, the growth of
future births: descendent
families still to come.
It just multiplies,

It cultivates,
tarnishes,
corrodes;
lost are
morals, ethics,
love and caring.
As decay continues,
rot sets in,
anarchy consumes,
and all,
human values
perish.

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