A little angst ridden poem I wrote in high school. It really holds true though, and what's scary is this: we are becoming the adults, the ones who are responsible for this world, and this poem will always hold true, for every generation of kids, until one generation takes control and changes things. So, one day, this poem could be directed at me, or you, or you <pointing finger>.
as for the cut/paste:
I will be posting the same comment for each poem, so that those that have not read any others still get the benefit of the comment. So here it is:

I don't claim to be a poet. But I figure if I can't post artwork (cause, even though I do have some to post, its either a)not anthro b)good, but not enough to get me to post on this site cause I am intimidated, or c)can't get my husband to show me how to use the scanner, and get it to the laptop that shares some files with our main computer (I'm not technically minded).
In any case, again, I figure I can at least post poems, of which I do have, can type, etc...
Since most people do not wish to click on "download" to read someone's stuff, I will also be typing it here, in the description, to give quicker, not need to download, access. They're all pretty short poems anyway, so it's cool.

Dear Adults

If you continue to pollute your environment, to build hatred in your communities, to make ignorance a part of everyday life, and to basically slowly deconstruct our futures, remember this: This is your world in which we grow, and we can grow to hate you.