Where Is The Change? Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Johnny look stupid on his wednesday's attire
His mother looks foolish smiling behind him
And his father, like a pig who was taken out
From the slump; walking at his front majestically.
Oh! What a lost generation, in our generation.
All following one course without a focus.
Where is the change we all casted out for?
Have we seen the change come or not?
My dear fatherland is lost and her masses long gone.