America the Fake?
Location
No jobs , No will What can be done
More school less money it’s all gone
This great country is dieing ,oh and all for what
They say be patient, they say its better
But for what the bless-id futures that are all too far
Healthcare, insurance, gas Oh I have no money for that
This is a never ending perilous fight in which we all slowly die
To provide for the ones you love you must strive beyond
They say in God we trust but money is all we know
The land in which I come from has little to offer if not none
Oh how long must I wait ,
I’m going into the real world
Fearful of the disappearing money
Angry at 3 in the morning for all my school studies
Left in a hopeless despair to fight against time, and time again
I'm a Millennial , Born in 2000
Millennials are either the best , or worst thing to come
But is the world ready for what we bring
Hope, passion and a fierce fire to fight for what's right
Can the country handle us ?
Because so far it can’t
Our flag may be there but this country is gone
If we don’t fix the broken pieces
It will never mend
Tape is temporary glue is better but a new one may be the best bet
But who will listen to a 17 year old Mississippian girl?