Poetry

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THIS GENERATION

To walk among the living
Is like an adventure in space
What to expect next
Like a roll on a river log
Like a flight without an air plane
Some of this generation have gone insane

Take a look at this generation
Sagging pants, below the hips
Just one dip and a little slip
Your pants have hit the ground
I’ll hide my eyes, I don’t want to see
What you almost showed to me

Purple hair, spiked to the roof
Chains and black things around their hands
Black belt buckles and some kind of wrist bands
Tongue piercing and belly button wear
And all over their bodies, they have skin tears
All those ugly tattoos they wear with pride
They slit their shirts and rip their skirts
And show them off in their stride

They have a language from hell
Seems like some of this generation
is covered with a curse
Aliens have stolen their bodies
And given them a terrible lust
The devil is waiting and smiling so sweet
He knows he has them, he don’t ever retreat

It’s a total disgrace
this generations Bible
Is laying in dust,
The parents have forgotten to pray
Why, they don’t even go to church,
and a lot of them are gay
I am so ashamed; I could hide my face,
I want to scream and holler
the Name of Jesus so loud
If I did they would put me in an insane asylum
They would say, “look at her, she’s crazy”!
And they would put me away, but that’s what it’s going to take
To get this generation to awake!
A JESUS REVOLUTION SHOULD BE IN THE MAKE


©MARY ALICE BOWLES

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