For Our Youth

Death's grip holds a lost generation here.
They harbor no love or respect.
We've failed to teach them what Jesus did -
so really, what did we expect?

We see them behave in an immature way.
We hear all the four-letter slang.
We all get a taste of their pure, evil deeds
and wonder why they're in a gang.

America's lost to a new way of life.
Sins pull on our youth is so strong.
We go to a fun'ral of good child shot -
then wonder still, "What has gone wrong?"

You think that this poem's too negative.
You think that there's more to the truth -
but just take a look at the news of the day.
Why do we not care for our youth?