The clarion calls to my dear youth II

Are your ears listening?

The works I have seen
And the words I have heard
Since my father was born
And today I am
Like a quick sprout-mushroom
In my year older
And a day stronger
With a month sillier
And a century lost
Still a pauper
Waiting on an ebb ladder
Looking at every passing years

In the gold dreams-
The reign of men with Methuselah’s age
You keep all waiting
They say the young shall grow,
When will the shoe size fit?
To age a wasteful necessity?

When blood bath and its
old ways like pigs in pools of peroxides
In no time swans of filthy seas
Of a vicious chain like the railway.
The value of goals of effortless ill.
Instability, mother of caterpillars
To call all mighty creator
In contrast as a rainbow robes
Their skies sundry moon with stars
Between the thick dark cloud moves

In disappointment... disappearances’
A reveal-action;
quotes of “I see vision,
"Transformation to change"
"Total change”
Yet real impoverishment amid disillusionment
On the ladder, rises now raging
Like a pendulum dangling
Of a c*ck on the string
Between the ladder, it's strand

Oh the dear Youths of our land
I see the monkey-like pose
When the slave turns master
The passing years of our land
Dancing to the filament dance of decades.
Where all thought of reasons living
Went from monumental raft
To prostate dead -rag mat

O youths of our land
Let my words make sense
Of the pains I suffer
As a sentinel soldier
Who reflects at yester years
By the ominous atmosphere
In pride, do not glee in falsehood
Acting all is well.

Oh the dear youths of my place
The reason for integrity,
And what ought
Is liberty and justice
From an invincible fetter
Because he has eyes and ears.
In quick momentum of care
To the repair of the home.