The youth are the future
But looked upon with closed eyes
Eyes that can't see the picture
Their cry seen as noise

Profaned are the youth for powers
Uncared are their dreams
Dreams taller like towers
And hopes heavier like gyms

How can they fruit?
On this tempest way
The future is flamed
Because the youth are tamed.



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