MESSAGE TO THE YOUTHS

The youth are the roots for a new recruit; We are future leaders, But our teenagers are denying the truth By putting on miscreants' attire. You are the superior of your interior; Don't let anyone make you feel inferior. We see you as the future's image— Don't crack it by making mistakes. Know the right shoulder to stand on, For you to have a nice shot. You are the latest soldier on the ground; Fire your bullet with a good swat. An aged man without a reasonable stage Is a wastage—roughage. You have to cage your best within your inner garage— Not just a moving wheel that we see as a vehicle, But what will you leave behind as chronicles? Don't just be a stable soul awaiting Miracles. People who see God's wonder Branch their proboscis— Not in a useless wander, But moving toward the right axis.