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The Kids Are Awake


We are perpetually, habitually tip-toeing through life always struggling and grappling with is this wrong or is this right? They all force us to whisper when our instinct is to cry, to cry out at Injustice at Hate at War at Slaughter but Silence is ideal, so they berate us: Sons and Daughters. Sons of Anarchy and Anomaly, Daughters of a Revolution and we are fighting for our rights that were promised in the Constitution? The Constitution of our nation-- supposedly our great foundation but in Silence “We the People” are reduced to subordination. We the Subordinates …of whom? Are we not “Land of the Free?” Sadly freedom is a myth in our Land of Oligarchy. We are perpetually, habitually tip-toeing through life on a spindle thread of false hope that money is the ultimate goal. If we work hard enough we’ll earn enough to be good enough. What we want is Wealth and Power dictates the American Dream-- American Nightmare, more like for what good dream ends with selling your soul to the corporate machine? We are perpetually, habitually tip-toeing through life we don’t know how to run so who will teach us how to fly? We don’t need wings to bring great things strength of Mind is what we seek. Wake up to reality and don’t let their Silence put you to sleep.
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