i weep for my generation...

Dear diary,

Its my last day of writing letters, and am so sad...this morning, a group I belong to, conducted an election, and right under my nose, the election was manipulated...I am so unhappy.

So instead of writing you a letter diary, I am writing a poem.

I weep for my generation.
Where corruption is a uniform
And gangsterism is a culture
A generation that would kill itself
And maim others
A generation that sees the truth
Yet befriends lies

A generation that hates
Yet loves selfishly
I weep for my generation
That sees no further than power
And pleasure laced with gossip

A generation that instills injustice
And entertains deceit
A generation that hears
But it is deaf
A generation that embraces
Yet holds a knife to stab

I weep for my generation
A greedy, hungry generation
I weep...oh how I weep
For this generation
That dines with the devil
And drinks with GOD

I weep for a generation
That keeps shouting
Yet it is empty
I weep for the OBJs, Bankoles, and Abachas
Justice will come
No matter how late...

Diary, I weep aloud because I belong
Yet I do not want to be...
I weep...yes I weep
With no one to wipe away my tears....

Mylipsrsealed...yet they quiver