Poems For Goths, Gangsters and Other Mysterious Souls
20 Years of Nick Armbrister's Dark Poems
YOUTH TRAGEDY
Many millions strong, an army in the making
of powerful emotions and thoughts.
What is my generation to think of this?
Young in my own eyes, two generations under me
are rising above me right now.
Some make it, some don’t, some are good and do it right,
some are bad and do dark deeds.
They better do it right as soon they’ll be running
this damn country, coming into jobs
and careers – responsible ones.
Laws of averages, rise and fall,
what do we make of the crazy ones?
Stealing cars, selling drugs, mugging pensioners.
What comes around goes around
but right now many fall and some don’t make it.
Teenage suicide, hard times, cost of life.
Only so much prison some can take.
White, black, Asian, all creeds.
All the same and an island of emotions,
let loose in an uncertain world.
Good ones are separated by a dividing line,
doing apprenticeships, finding jobs,
a new career. How the gap widens, of no in-betweens,
just people who live their lives and in their own worlds.
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