The 'New' World

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26812
United States
38° 54' 48.8952" N, 78° 53' 0.798" W
26812
United States
38° 54' 48.8952" N, 78° 53' 0.798" W
26812
United States
38° 54' 48.8952" N, 78° 53' 0.798" W

Sickness, poverty, nations of the ill
Uncured, losing the battle not at will

 

Nations crumbling beneath our feet
Nations tearing at the seams

 

A world of hate growing stronger, 
Leading to the daring fate 

 

This is our reality.

 

Hunger pains and carboard boxes flood our quiet town
Day-to-day we are being washed up and brought down

 

A young mother with a needle in her arm
A family losing a 100 year old farm

 

A nation of hate that consumes all who enter
A nation of selfishness that destroys all members

 

This is our reality.

 

A nation once so great
A nation once so ideal

 

A nation now in shambles,
with families scrambling for meals

 

A nation of boys fighting for loans
A nation of girls only knowing how to remove their clothes.

 

This is our  reality.

 

A whisper that grows louder
A group that grows stronger


A nation of caring
A nation without pain
A nation without abuse
A nation without suffering
A nation without hunger and poverty

 

This is our ideal reality.

 

 

 

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