A Nation of young men
Left by the side is the biro pen,
A pen was once a form of communication,
Cognitive asbestos us now feeding us information,
And damaging the inner-self of our fabrication.
Fabrication cells and DNA,
Combined with the environmental factors,
That allow play,
Sun of Sons
A spark of light ignited
In the mind of just one man
It shun so bright it excited
So he chose to make a stand
He delivered it to other men
With its vibrant glow
Engaging men from Ireland
This seed would surely grow
The untold truth
The Search for hidden fruit,
A fruit that rots,
It turns minds to knots.
These fruits come in different shapes,
They cause devastation and loss,
Loss of friends and family.
An addictive eating trait,
Filling the lives of young men,
With mistrust and hate.
Hate for themselves and the world they live in,
Often thinking watching Sesame Street,
That I would be better off in the bin.
How should man live?
A man should live free from oppression
Without time for boredom, fear or depression
In his youth he should strive in mind and physique
Trying out different things, because he should know where he is weak