Our Generation
I remember the hanna
badda days
where we would
interact with each other
Outside—at the park
Within two minutes
you'd meet your best friend
You guys are running
up and down the field
Zig zagging in and out
between your parents
Driving your mom and
dad insane
They could never keep
track of you
First you were here
then you were there
You know why cuz were
the chosen generation
Then all this high
tech'y stuff show'd up
Our parents dont know
how to use it
They leave the room
for a minute
And the next thing you
know its calling your name
You don’t know the
dangers that it has
But you do know that
you wanna touch it
You stretch your hand
forward towards the screen
And the next thing you
know---BOOM
Technology has taken
over our generation
Time wasted everyday
Everything exposed
You are no longer
hidden from the world
You find these virtual
online lives that you can live in
Like Facebook, MySpace, Twitter
You get so excited
when you see that someone wants to chat
Or a new text message
from your best friend---Twitter
Or accepting a friend
request from people you have never even met
What is our generation
coming too?
Our innocence is lost
Our minds are corrupt
We were heading down
the fast track
Til technology came
and slowed us down
Now what has our
generation become
Writing our life
stories for the world
To know how miserable
we are
posting negative
things that damage
Our image as the
chosen generation
We have come so far
But yet look at our
creation
We got nothing to show
except
We were the chosen
generation
