My Fear

My fear that this nation will come to ruin before I get to have a decent life…
This is my fear of our nation
that we would be a cursed generation
torn by violence and corruption
persecuted by false convictions
with our label saying " easily beat"
by the world and her wrongs.
we might as well roll over and die
because we're not that strong.
I want to do something new
like have a cause, a purpose
do you not perceive it?
the change the youth can bring.
we are being wasted by the world;
falling into a beautiful fabrication
that life is easy and never
a tribulation

By Cameron Smith
Published: 4/24/2005		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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