A GUST OF TRUTH ON 2012 A gust of words from open mouth. Tender taste upon the toung of one so young , To ears of old may sound so harsh . Taken in as airy nonsense. Information through your ears. To ply your brain with food for thought an some knowledge gained . Passions spent in rapping slang . Should the young not be passionate? The Old more resolute more steady, In their process of explanation and oration. Yet now in twenty first century. The rolls may seem if but a little reversed. The youth now slow and chilled in their out ward way. Laid back and heavy spitting lyrics slow and deliberate. Lost in unknown direction of the mess the old order has left them with. Having shirked their responsibility for what they have done. The generation between the old and the young had no chance to get a look in. Thatcher ism change of the social order. Loss of a generation! The conservative element will always win above the hippy anarchist responsible din . The hippy punk rock cry for freedom lost in care and woe of credit crunch debt. And yet the money for the Olympics can still be found. The old may starve. The schools may close. The glitter art`y will still be wined and dinned at the peoples expense. Even though in austerity it makes no sense. The cult of youth and beauty rains and will be seen at the games . 20th September 2009