Affixed

Budding youth are more than > distracted,

they are immersed,

coerced by the media and the looming idols that are affixed in pop culture.

The world looks at them as if it is a greedy vulture,

ready to swoop down for the attack of what's nearly dead already.

Addicted to the noise of reckless poise,

minds are bleeding,

at one another's demise, isolation is feeding.

It's sad, but true.

Subconsciously, they reach for deeper meaning.

Will someone, please, lead them through a blessed gate, I wonder,

so through life, they would not blunder?