While dreaming of a dream,
there's violence and hatred at every turn.
Rounding the brutal corners of
everyday life becomes disheartening
when you witness injustice at every level.
As I contemplate the honest life,
teens rain hate, swinging blows from bats
upon the wretched helpless.
While we watch attentively,
the tee-vee digs up more horror
than ever before
feeding the always craving audience
until the bloodlust has been quenched.
"Was it always like this..... when did things get so bad?" we
say, as we sit, not touching that dial, waiting for more.
My broken heart aches for action,
but with little strength leftover from the daily toil,
how can I make a change?
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