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[bodytext] => The headlines scream daily Of the horrors of the Youth The lows we’ve sunk to The lives we’ve ruined All that we’ve wasted All that we’ve killed. Look at us now, Mommy. A girl is found dead in her room A victim of drugs. Her escape from reality killed her. One more was one too many. A dare turned deadly; A little pleasure a lethal weapon. Drugs took her life. A symbol of today’s youth. Look at her now, Mommy. A monotone reporter stands in front of a school Engulfed in chaos Brought on by a boy Wanting to be loved. Paired with guns and homemade bombs He avenged the injustice that was piled upon him. A monster Sprouted from the lack of love And inequality, He took the lives of others To avenge his own. Look at him now, Mommy. A girl walks through her school halls Not understood Because she’s lesbian. Despised by her parents, A victim of the prejudice of others For her own feelings; A fact that she cannot change. Lonely for someone to reach out, Someone in those halls Who will not whisper as she walks by. Who will not make rude comments Someone who will try to get to know her for her. Unable to find one Because all are afraid. So she sits alone. So she walks alone. So she is alone. Look at her now, Mommy. A teenage boy dies, Killed by a disease His body could have defeated Had it not been weakened By AIDS. His life cut short His end full of suffering Because of a wrong choice. He died because of AIDS. His tombstone was erected Too soon. His parents mourning the loss of their only son. Look at him now, Mommy. A girl lays on her bathroom floor Cold and lifeless. Her body is filled with the pills she took To escape the pains of life. She bought a one way ticket out. No one knew. No one cared enough to ask her What was wrong. At the last moment she cried out And pleaded for someone Anyone To let her live. But it was too late. Now she’s dead. Look at her now, Mommy. A boy is shot On the city streets When a gang fight goes out of control. His parents couldn’t give him the attention he needed. He found it in a gang. His loyalty to his “brothers” Brought him to that dark street. That fateful night A bullet tore open his gut And he lay on the ground In agony Until Death was merciful And took him away. His “brothers” couldn’t help him. But it was his love for them That put him in that bullet’s path. His future doesn’t exist. His dreams to leave the city. His scholarship was voided By a bullet that ended his life. A bullet that caused him to collapse And die on the cold and dirty city street. Look at him now, Mommy. The headlines all scream Of the lows to which our Youth have sunk, The death we’ve brought on ourselves and others, Of lives ruined. This is what we’re becoming. This is our Legacy. The Legacy of the Youth of the Twenty-First Century. Look at us now, Mommy. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 200 [topic] => 8 [informant] => goddessincarnate [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AmericanTragedy )
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