Lost Generation - Poem

I read this poem sometime ago and I thought to share...
This poem has a read-and- reverse  style and was written by Jonathan Reed. It is a  pessimistic monologue of how this generation looks. When read in the reverse, it paints a brighter future

I'm a part of Lost Generation

and I refuse to believe that

I can change the world

I realize this may be a shock but

"Happiness comes from within"

is a lie, and

"Money will make me happy"

So in thirty years I'll tell my children

They are not the most important thing in my life

My employer will know that

I have my priority straight because

Work

Is more important than

Family

I tell you this

Once upon a time

Families stay together

But this will not be true in my era

This is a quick fix society

Experts tell me

Thirty years from now I will be celebrating the 10th anniversary of my divorce

I do not concede that

I will live in a country of my own making

In the future

Environmental destruction will be the norm

No longer can it be said that

My peers and I care about this earth

It will be evident that

My generation is apathetic and lethargic

It is foolish to presume that

There is hope

*READ IN REVERSE*

When Abnormal becomes Normal

When the untrue becomes true
You have bought a lie, in exchange for the truth
You used it and We got used to it
So you don't care to know
It doesn't bother you
The reality is dawning
You put the reality in denial
Truly you have bought the untrue
The truth has been slain, murdered in cold blood
Your conscience has been sheared

When abnormal becomes normal
It is a sign you have been used to disorder
When you are used to pain, then relief , comfort becomes abnormal
when you are used to poverty and lack, Then abundance, provision, wealth and good living becomes abnormal
When you are used to hatred & a broken heart, Love a mirage, it becomes abnormal
When you get uses to injustice, then justice becomes improper
When you get used to failure, then sucess, breakthrough becomes unattainable
When you get used to YOU, your comfort zone, a better you becomes unrealistic

Change is the only constant thing they say
Undo your thoughts to impossibility and glue it to optimism and possibilities
Then the untrue and the abnormal really becomes unacceptable.

Where is my strength?

Where is my strength?
Where is my passion?
How I long to return
To what I call convenient
But I feel the move to press on
There is a brighter sight
If only I can wait patiently
Enduring all the pain and shame
I'll savour the endless gains
Like the lush green plains