Escapism

Open your eyes.
long have they waited for you to wake.
One hundred years ago, they saw light.
Don't you think they deserve to again?

 

This will guide you:
After your long slumber,
why would you awaken?
Now never let it go.

 

You are the light,
since back then.
Are you still?
Please wake up. 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world
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