The throwaway generation

(The poem submitted above is true to the best
     of my knowledge and belief)

Like characters in poor animation,
the boys and girls, the future of the nation,
being thrown away into frustration
as secondhand clothing on the racks,
with school-hang-bags beyond the backs.

Banking off school, left on their own,
in the hardened gangs, or prowling along,
born to groan with pain, melting even stone, -
but the judge’s heart is similar to brick
though he wears proudly the forensic wig.

Snotty poor kids in the shabby jeans,
dirty, hungry, filthy, unshorn, and lean,
bunching up in pack of boys in their teens,            
flouting and breaking for the fun the law,
devoted to their alpha, not to any more.    

Filled with cheap tobacco, smelling booze,   
having nothing worth and dearest to loose,
this posterity any help and care refuse,
moving on shanks pony or on the bikes,
terrifying strangers by their knives as pikes. 
 
Drugs and sexual abuses are of esteem,
the tsunami gang assaulting in a team,
and behaving so they blow off a steam      
that they develop, foster and store inside,
but if the need arises, those display in sight.
               
Been thrown out cruelly on their necks
from their homes, looking for the crack,
ready to revolt provoking the society’s wreck,
with the shattered hopes and lost illusion,
and, revenging for, are masters of intrusion.

The homicides of youth go higher with the guns, -
it seems the Devil pays personally the grants
to every little boy, including the infants.
Yes, they are far from being really perfect,
as delude, fuel trouble, thus making their profit.

They are all over there – in dirty cities streets
with no love, no care, not even sweets;
everyone has got a story - but who reads?               
Like testicles in the scrotum – under arrest -               
the only way out for many is jail or death.

I believe, their greatest days are yet ahead,
they’ll have a chance to get their daily bread 
with callous hands and sweating forehead.
I wish they were happy and greatly beloved,
and glorified highly in many voices aloud.
11.04.2020 г.