This Is Our World Now...Not Our Parents

This is a poem about you,
A poem about me,
A poem about how fucked up our world came to be.
We used to be so innocent,
not knowing what half these things meant.
Acid, crack, and weed,
coke, dope and speed.
These things used to have no meaning,
but now have substituted the bleeding.
Knives, guns and blades,
fucked up sex giving us Aids.
Who created this place, was it us?
All because of sex and lust?
Kids with a painted on face,
hiding pain none can erase.
Parents look at your kids arms,
now tell me you words do no harm.
So we cover up our hurt with rage,
As these words continue to fill this page.
We will stand together and face this hell,
Will we survive? Only God can tell.