Cries of frustration concerning what is going on with our kids.
Why young child, why?
Why does life have to flash before your eyes?
Why young child, why?
Where have all our doctors and nurses gone?
Our movie stars and producers?
Our lawyers and police officers?
Why young child, why?
Why are our youth killing each other?
Why are you dying?
Why should youth equal destruction?
Why young child, why?
What is the world to do?
Why young child, why?
Youth is such a precious thing.
You are only young once.
Don't waste it.
Just live it.
Just be young.
Why do you have to destroy each other?
Why do so many of you hate each other?
You are our future.
Why young child, why?
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Reviewed by Deborah Munson (Reader)
Reviewed on April 8, 2008
Children are raising themselves these days with the help of media, instant gratification, self entitlement and lack of taught discipline. Sadly it is the a downward spiral that seems out of control. I have found with my three children instilling them a love for the lover of their souls -- God has made all the difference. Deborah
I often think things like this myself, why do they want to grow up so fast nowadays, and where is all the violence coming from-this is very thought-provoking, thanks for passing the message along.
Heartfelt and tender all the while questioning the harshness of the world that throws too many young people on the mercy of the streets. I found your poem inspirational. Liz
Gail,
I've often wondered the same thing. Many of our youth of today are being arrested for drugs, robbery, its sad. On the other hand , there are young men and women who still want to make something of themselves. I salute these ladies and gentlemen who still hold values and abide by them. Excellent poem, Gail.
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I've often wondered the same thing. Many of our youth of today are being arrested for drugs, robbery, its sad. On the other hand , there are young men and women who still want to make something of themselves. I salute these ladies and gentlemen who still hold values and abide by them. Excellent poem, Gail.
Blessings,
~Linda