Wondering around this disintegrating, overpopulated world
Full of brutallity, pain and agony, and little boys and girls
We're praying for each other
Not to kill one another.
For lives without fear,
To know harm is not near.
Rejected and recycled are the youth of today,
Following daddy's footsteps in the KKK.
Lost and betrayed are the teens you've raised,
Stoned, drunk and completely dazed.
Grief-stricken and tortured are the survivors of loss,
Killed in the line of duty is one officer's boss.
Gunned down and left for dead
Is how too many "rest their head".
Lying, bleeding in the middle of the street,
Beaten and bruised in a gang defeat.
Dropped out of school to raise her second kid,
Another daddy doesn't know the secrets mommy hid.
When child support is an everyday pay,
It's time to make the bed in which you lay.
An ozone depletion, emptiness and sorrow,
Nothing of the past will you see tomorrow.
When the life is dead in all you know
You're lost inside yourself with nowhere to go.
Racist monsters on every other block,
While crack dealers are selling their rock.
Homeless and hopeless addicts of today,
"This is the 90's" is all we say.
Extra-marital affairs of the infecting kind,
Has no idea what's in his mind.
Dies of AIDS he caught from his affair
Leaving his pregnant widow in despair.
Alone and crying after an attack,
Left in the woods to die, there's no turning back.
Found in the dumpster of a high school parking lot,
Is a newborn baby's fate of a life he never got.
Kid wakes up in a foul mood and pulls a gun
Shoots mom dead, and off to school for the real fun.
Makes the headlines and news worldwide,
"I didn't mean to do it" in his doctor he confides.
Kids killing kids, it's on the news all of the time.
All the injustice is the true crime.
Innocent people on death row,
With the guilty party free to go.
Roaming free to harm again,
A serial killer murders your best friend.
Because she slept with his girl.
This all happens in a 90's world.
Scared of the night and what it could do,
Murderers and ex-lovers, obsessions after you.
Stealing for your habit, snort that coke,
And little Johnny's taking his first toke.
Dialing the phone for sex-on-the-spot,
A whore-for-sale says she's hot.
Sex on the computer, new age desires,
Fondeling the keyboard, that lights their fires.
Living in the 90's what a treat
Picking the trash up off the street.
Serving the community with her time,
Because she committed a petty crime.
Thankful that tomorrow is a new day.
Lay your kids down each night to pray.
10 years later little Tim is smoking weed,
Huffing's no longer the buzz he needs.
Where'd you go wrong? Couldn't lock'em in a cage,
Not in the 90's, not in this day and age.
Little girls getting pregnant, and boy's dealing speed,
They gave it all up when they started smoking weed.
Daddy's beating mommy's , who hide the pain,
They stay together, driving each other insane.
Twisted and mangled in a deadly car crash,
Lights, screeching tires, and red blood clash.
Drinking and driving, a hell of a mix,
Another problem another drunk can't fix.
In the world in which we live,
Normal are these events,
To the 90's and to Hell is where this world has went.

(C)1998 Jesika Harrison (gothness)

Ironically enough I was trippin when this poem was written.

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