Youngsters, Behold! Poem by Diane Monte

Sweat and tears, toil day and night,
Fatigue and worries, lost all their might,
Woe and despair, nobody cares,
Behold the pain that breaks their hearts.

Spoiled-brat child, a little ogre,
Vast demands, pleasure and leisure,
Take a glimpse, consequences of actions,
Manifestation of shattering and losing dreams.

A second thought, or one last chance,
Choose, decide or a nightmare otherwise,
In the corner of the street awaits a vague future,
Empty stomach, intestines moan and gripe.

Youngsters, behold! The decision is yours,
No complains for the failures and mistakes,
Fruitage of your choice, sympathy not anymore,
Abundance of sacrifices decline and ignore.