Poem-Does this generation understand what Love is? Or is it a luxury?

When i look around I see people sailing in the same boat.
Painted black & white trying to look colored wearing same coat.
And I see the world is nothing but a disgusting rugged capote, worn by people acting like a shote.
They know nothing but wanna follow the trails of cocksure rote.
Stop killing love in name of religion/money just coz you think there is no antidote.
Your action gives birth to rebels and you call love a smote.
Write a story of your own, get someone inspired by your love in this world that is cut throat.
Set an example of how one should be treated. Make Love a denote.