The songs of drinks have now gained fame,
From all our bonds, we've drifted in shame.
The one who drinks, feels like kin and friend,
Who cares for blood ties, those days seem to end.
Celebrating loud with joy and cheer,
Not knowing if loved ones are far or near.
Those who drank milk now crave a drink's allure,
The songs of drinks have now grown pure.
Parents are left in big homes all alone,
While youth roams the streets, like seeds unsown.
Plain meals seem old, and out of the way,
Junk food rules in this modern day.
Father’s land has shrunk so small,
But kids ride cars, standing tall.
Parents wonder, “Where did we go wrong?”
Why are kids who we raised now gone so long?
3.11pm 7 Nov 2024
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