Youth, those wasted


We had a really nice coffee at Nero caffe today and on our way home came across a small group of young boys, walking towards us as we drove home. One of those little boys, he was maybe 14, in the middle of the road and as we passed he showed us a finger. Bravado, stupidity, all rolled up into one. They would probably go into Poole town centre and look for trouble. 

There is sadness in that, this young man's life is on a bad course and ultimately he will pay for his actions.
I am reminded of that song by Elvis Presley, it is called In the Ghetto. This is a few lines which tells it own story.

"Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car
Tries to run, but he don't get far
And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
And as her young man dies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
Another little baby child is born"

They difference between that young man in the song and the boy walking passed our car is the former is driven to crime by hunger, the latter, by bad parenting and a nanny society that almost rewards bad behaviour. Here the mama does not cry, she will swear, blame everyone except herself and only cry if she does not get compensation.

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