I Weep For The Future Poem by isaac dyemson

Each time i peered in to my age
It reminds me of being closer to my edge
My humble tears never cease to rage
For our successors will value no heritage
Our royal-bond i know will be bridge
For the white man's culture they said is hedge

Our preserved custom will be scorn
Things that governed us will be burn
Our hard-end values will be thrown
living nothing for the young to return
Our healthy land will be mourn
For things we mostly dread will be done

Sport will suspend religion
Morals will be lost in all region
Wickedness will become a fashion
The law will be tired and weak with passion
There will be highly scientific sophistication
But the miseries of man will always be the caption

I.dyem