RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: VISIONS
Young Man
Young man young man
Oh where will you go
What future do you see
What seeds will you sow
This world has turned inside out
You would have to be a fool
If you were not filled with doubt
Everything you see and touch
Everything you feel and know
Scattered like the dust
The way the wind blows
We have taken your world
Flipped it on its head
Due to our neglect
Millions are dead
Does it matter that we’re sorry
Does it matter we regret
We are like the lost horizon
Won’t be here to pay the debt
Young man young man
Oh where will you go
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