Here is a generation, rooting off its own foundation,
Here is one falling off its root cause
Fading away to another course,
Funny how the young get the blame,
Yet those raising them are the biggest blame,
Maybe not all, but some would do,
It's sad how they rush to fake realities
Well all they needed was for you to drop your formality,
Just some attention,
A little play time,
But no, you had important stuff to do,
Funny how a bright kid fails his exam
All so that he could speak to dad and mom,
Here we are busy blaming a girl for partying all night,
While we should understand that the club,
Is more home than the house she lives in
Called home,
Sad but funny how we think providing is equal to parenting,
Funny how it's hard to embrace accepting,
How you reject your flaws
And being redirected to your true course,
Sad and funny how you blame her for being stubborn,
Him for being arrogant,
Where were you? While they were growing?
Weren't you busy providing not parenting?
Don't blame me if I'm harsh
At least I'm speaking a true fact,
A society that dwells on social media
Forgetting about their future media,
Kids,
Call me rude ,but I'll state it all till it's nude,
Maybe the young parents do parenting
While the oldies just know providing,
Are you a parent or a provider?
Bard mwendwa 👾
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