What Are We Doing, People?

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This world's gone crazy it seems,

Everyone's wrapped up in celebrity dreams,

While just down the street, another child starves,

No one paying attention, drowned out by the sound of the cars,

Dashing to and fro each day,

Nobody aware that there can be another way.

Is it really so hard to care

About all the hatred flowing through the air?

The very air that we breathe,

Man, sometimes I can't believe

The struggle we go through to thrive,

Knowing all the while that some day we're going to die.

Is this really the place that my parents love?

It seems we're on the brink of a war,

Sometimes I'm no longer sure what my country stands for.

I can never tell what's a lie,

Not sure what exactly I can call mine.

I don't know what kind of world I see,

Sometimes I wake up wishing the horror was a dream.

I wonder what my kids will think when they're here,

They'll probably wonder what is was that I held dear.

It's a process, one that I wish would never be,

It's a scary thing, that one day this world might surprise even me.

I feel like I've seen it all

The last time I was scared, was when I saw those towers fall.

I was so young but it's burned in my mind,

But now people die and I don't flinch, it's like I'm blind.

I know things are bad, and they're only getting worse

But sometimes, with the attacks, it feels like they're beating a dead horse.

They tell us once that they hate us, and they tell us once again,

I don't want to see the day that this nation finally gives in.

I want to know the America my parents loved,

But my wants are simply not enough.

People post online how much they hate what's going on,

But I say don't post it, get up off the couch for once!

Maybe we can get it back to the way it was before,

But first, people need to know what it is they're fighting for.

We deserve to know what it's like at it's best,

Maybe we can stand up, put our nation's strength to the test.

Sometimes I wonder what America used to be,

What it would feel like, not worry about these things, what it would feel like just to be able to be me.

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