Watching the dawn pass me by scribbling pages down in my notes, longing for days where kings were advised by thinkers not lawyers. Philosophers were kings and thinkers spent years sitting on top of societies hill pondering the dawn of soldiers and bureaucrats and the death of the last metaphysical art. I write to revive a culture of mental progression in a world or moral regression. Sick and tired of the crown going to whoever hits hardest. Sick and tired  of watching men I should respect grade papers mindlessly and seeing me as just another student. We aren't children were seeds fallen from the tree of a broken people. I'm a product of a Godless nation born with a conscious that you may say makes me weak, but I'll protest that it makes me see what you miss reading your teen idles newest status update. I'm blessed daily to compensate with the curse of being ignored by these generations of my elders who gave up before I was even born. I hear on the news about bombs, wars, and mindless conflicts of the soul. I'm working my ass off to see the look in your eyes when you see me on the news and the headline says " mental sensation sweeps forsaken nation ". In a world where I die everyday every moment I work I'm a martyr. I miss the days I could see the ones I care about from this side of those iron bars, but really I have my own bars out here the words, Greed, ignorance, biase, and temptation carved in the iron by the last one to see things with clarity. I ask myself what's clarity when the government controls what we see speak think and hear. Is the only clarity truly anarchy? On one side of the world people choke through gas masks walking to the market. An industry of white lies and blue collar slavery polluting the air we breath. On the other side a child wanders African plains hoping to find his momma before the lion tracks him down. And over here kids fight for the right to be the baddest. When did it become good to be bad and why hasn't it changed yet? I'm spending 18 years being taught how to think just so I can pay more than I'm worth to learn from a professor who doesn't care about anything but his next paycheck? Great minds are silenced in the name of censorship because freedom of speech is worth less than a day of without offense. A constitutions only good till you quit teaching kids to read it. A minds worth a million but a hit song on a radio is worth a billion. But the billion is spent on booze and my million is spent on you. I've got a Queen in my arms and a father who never taught me how to treat her, so loyalty and respect are thrown out the window, I I lept out too just to try and catch my values held dear. Before I hit the ground I'm plunged back into the same sea of anonymity. I know it's my fault when I fall though, I give 90 percent and it may as well be 10. Begging for another chance to make it more. Begging to the girl I don't know how to love enough. Begging the teacher who gave up years ago.  Begging the father while he's unconscious in the next room. Begging the mother crying over her last son. Begging you the reader, don't give up on me, and never give up on yourself.