He thought that the world was growing insane
With every change it made him realize
Something out of his hands was going on
Visions of what my father saw
He thought the world would break
Thought I was an incarnation of Satan
For not buying into modern society
He thought guys wearing earrings were gay
Or that women in army fatigues were lesbians
He saw the changing world and blamed me
He thought the youth deserved the blame
With every change he saw it as moral decay
You know there may be some of that
In time it happens with every nation
But it isn't the youth who are responsible
Its the changing tides of time
Moral corruption of empire
And the impact of wealth upon the next generation
Why should you dig ditches when
You aspire to the highest office
Or why should you save money when you can spend it
When you have enough to buy everything
The eldest generation might burn
So angry, so outraged
But it isn't moral decay
Its the way life and modernity works
A cycle that keeps turning it always has
This world burns, and it returns
Dies and comes back alive
Life is absolutely absurd
Like whatever happens on this world
This poem is focused upon the generational divide and not directly my father. The pic below is likewise a symbol of the aged men who think their world has gone to Hell.
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