Decay

We live in the age of technology

Where, instead of making a difference

Or really caring about anything

We “like” or “share it”

To prove we are for it.

What about the days of action

Where’s the passion?

What a lackluster age we live in

Everything declining

And we sit back and post statuses about it,

Whining.

When we actually do something about it

There’s  always someone there to stop us

An age where protests

End in arrests.

They wonder what’s wrong with the youth of today

It’s because they aren’t from yesterday.

Our world is in disarray

And we sit idly by

And watch as it

Decays.