Generations

Let's see how many
Cliches we can shove
In one mouth
So damn superficial
New memo to the
World:
Money can buy
Happiness,
Too bad it seems
To be on a shortage
Freedom is on
Sale today,
Just a couple of ounces
Of fresh blood,
On foreign soil
A country that doesn't
Know how many are
Dying or what's
Going on,
However,
Dare you ask them
What style is in
This fall, they'd know,
Or what celebrity
Did what with whom
Drugs circulate in
The neighborhood,
Media, the first
To be pointed
Towards, where were
The parents?
Generation after
Generation,
We're falling apart
Morally,
The supposedly strongest
Nation in the world
Falling apart
From within
Generations built
Upon Generations,
Torn down by the
New generations
Taking hold of a
Different, newer
Mantle,
Let's see what our
Path of destruction
Will look like,
Shall we?
~Kaitlin Platti~