This Degenerating Bust

They are trying to compete
To see who can out disgust.
Our troubled youth we have abused,
With disloyality and distrust.
We have satisfied their every whim,
To hold them now at fault.
They are reflections of who we are...
Sad and pitiful guardians of lust!
Self righteous we've become these days,
With freedoms we've outsourced.
Divorced from discipline and morals...
In this melting potted rust!
And every protest against this trend...
Focuses back on us!
In God we claim there is a trust,
But that faith is meaningless...
And has turned to dust!
Hopefully our youth will restore,
This degenerating bust!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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