Poem -

What Happened?

What Happened?

A world of temptation
Could we be headed straight
For damnation?
 
What happened to our
Nation?
Kids killing kids
Stabbings on public transportation
 
The future of this generation
Would rather make a quick dollar
Than to get an education
 
Our kids today are lacking
Motivation
Technology now raising our kids
‘what happened to personalization?’
 
We’re told if we pollute our kids with
This drug and that drug
That they’ll regain that motivation
But what they’ll really lose is they’re
individualization
 
Take technology away
Give back personalization
We need to strive to give our
Kids the best direction

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sparrowsong

Hello Natashia...

Is technology really the only problem?

The thoughts and behaviors of some adults and they didn't have all that as children and look...

There's no real balance...

I don't have to turn on a computer to see...

When I do it's pretty much all the same...

People have more and more tunnel vision...

I understand your point, the picture is very large...

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

 

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