Letter to the youth

by phatmo   Nov 11, 2010


The youth of today that stinks of destructive behaviour.
That leaves infants of sexual favors screaming in faint voices in rubbish bins.
The nation of great thinkers of tomorrow is swallowed by crocodiles of alcohol and drugs.
Mothers are cursing their wombs for giving birth to prostitutes and thugs.

Under the boot of the sky the youth man is slumbering using books of knowledge as a pillow.
The ghetto youth is married to the gun and blaming the jackals of poverty.
Feeble minds will remain the devils work shop.

The youth ladyâ??s womb is a slaughter house innocent infants conceived from irresponsibility can never even get to breath.
Who can I turn to for prayers, the priest is carrying porn magazine replacing the holly book, and the church is a spazashop selling prayers.
Elderâ??s words of righteousness and guidance are muted by the youth manâ??s rights.
That is why we belong to the devils congregation in tavern and night clubs.
Youth lady decorating the streets of hilbrow in skimpy clothes the jumble sale of sex.

In the youthâ??s mind howls the wolves of immorality and disgrace.
The cemetery of wrong ideas thatâ??s where the youth mind is buried.
Youth man is locked in the coffin of deadly street lessons and peer pressure.
Youth man wake up and take off that blanket of immaturity.

By Mohau â??phatMoâ?? khoza
11-11-2010

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