My generation

Money and material things go hand in hand
True
Love just for those who sigh
Lie
Crusaders make wars
True
Muslims want more
Lie
Many things are taken as generalizations
Things that we don’t see in our generations
To become degenerations
In a world of faked confessions
Should I write more about ignorance?
Shall you grant me your pardon?
Since I accuse you of being an ignorant and liar
Don’t be silenced
Don’t run away
Since the snake
Has already injected its poison
In its favourite apple
In you and I.