Older men <br />through wrinkled eyes <br />peer out <br />and see nought <br />but dilapidated dreams; <br />invented glories <br />reality adulterates, not. <br />Bygone memories <br />souped up: <br />thus do older men <br />nations lead. <br /> <br />And the youth of man <br />who once hung dreams <br />like beacons <br />from exuberant eyes <br />beneath eyes accusing <br />languid lie, <br />helpless, drowned <br />in the ever tide <br />of learned, older men. <br />Devoid of wisdom <br />given to <br />the economy of self <br />while society lies bankrupt. <br /> <br />Oh the youth of man, <br />fear not the future; <br />but fear <br />your leaders guile.<br /><br />Phil Charters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/youth-unemployment/
