Long I have fought,
Knowing I could never win
Tainted with too much passion
And sin
Though I remain hopeful,
Heart always true
Living in daydreams of
Me and you.
But alas it’s all for nothing
You’ll never be mine
Because an old copper penny
Has no place with a shinny new dime.
The summer lingers on, yearning
As the wind sighs, blowing country grass to and fro
The sun shines from up above,
As clouds cast their shadows upon the world below
And the cycle continues moving slowly
So willing eye’s can see, embrace life, every breath
And its beauty
For if not you’ll wake one day filled with regret
At having never tried, at having never met
-life and all it’s wonders, life so wild and free,
And above all else you’ll remain forever blind
To the knowledge of me.
The era of the abacus is over;
computers rule today.
No longer is free thought welcome;
we’re drones until the grave.
Yes, speech is still “free,”
but “freedom” is also chained;
our Mark Twains grow fewer
as our rights fly away.
The masses begin to crumble,
caught up in self-loathing.
No one’s willing to take a stand,
and thus our world becomes damned.
Injustice, not justice rules here,
iron-gloved and vile,
quick to make an example of anyone
who steps a fraction outside their bounds.
A hundred frowns replace one smile
as our society descends;
no longer free men are we,
but slaves of them.
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