Oblivious to reality
Being a 21st century teen
I care less about real life
Rather, I’m glued to a screen.
Ticking away and chatting
Earphones blasting all day long
Ignoring my elders all the time
The youth is in the wrong.
Now that pleased adults have left
Clicked off my poem, mumbling
Obscenities about my generation
‘Good for nothing’ I’m sure they’re grumbling.
Of course, there’s lovely people
Who aren’t like them, I’m sure
But you must agree, there’s lots
Smug and whiny, opinions obscure
Kids in 2018 aren’t as monstrous
As by the public we’re often seen
Yes, some things we do are cringy
But once, weren’t you also thirteen?
Always on their cell phones!
Is a point that you might raise
But isn’t posting a selfie better
Than being a racist, sexist laze?
In fact isn’t it a shame
From a five minute video I learn more
Than sitting for seven hours in a room
Listening to some frightful bore?
Hair pinned back and skirts pleated
What a pleasing sight to see
Spit out crammed information in exams
Lo and behold! You have a degree!
These video games promote violence!
Scoffs a grandma somewhere
Well, serial killers existed quite before
Mortal kombat was there.
Too outspoken! No respect!
Some of you might wail angrily
We aren’t the ones shouting at retail
Lowering workers’ morale, are we?
My classmate: bright and gentle
You couldn’t meet someone sweeter
Whimpers at the sight of a bad grade,
Afraid her mom will beat her.
Another is a boy who loves to dance
His ambitions in ballet clear
But scared of father’s disapproval
He studies to become an engineer.
The future is doomed, some complain
These kids are clearly no good
Mam, take a look at the present
Is it doing as well as it should?
Disclaimer: all elders aren’t like this
But there’s many who are, truly!
Many are lucky to have good parents
We’ll make you proud, we’re not unruly
But if you stick to backdated ideals
And still think children are out of whack
Do young individuals a favour
And cut us a little bit of slack.
We’ll voice our opinions, aid our friends
(What a lot of you don’t want us to do)
But I’m afraid we must rise up
Else (I’m sorry), we might end up like you.