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When?


Once upon a time In a land that was right here A place where soda was a dime And the world was always clear Maybe not clear from fight, Racism, sexism, or other types of hate But clear from the plight Of collapse and the status quo, the modern day fate. A place where all felt patriotic And other looked to with hope. Now it's all just so chaotic. Now we're on the downward slope. You see we've been taught to accept And accept, and accept, and accept Taught that punishment is wrong And that forgiveness is the only right Well now it's been a little too long With this idea. It's time to look into the light. We make new laws every day Yet more crimes are committed, Because the punishment has been taken away And glove of power has been refitted To match the demons' right hands But look outside of the crimes Look right into out society Look right now, look at the times This sickening thing we call a reality Where people are nude on TV, While our children are on drugs We don’t care, we want things fast, and free And we fear even the imaginary thugs Where full-time jobs include lawsuits and begging for some dough Things like obesity, anorexia, and stupidity flow. These things are not only accepted, but encouraged. Now let me please ask, where is this place I speak of? Well welcome to the wonderful world of Oz Where nothing is as it seems So clean your eyes from their gauze Because your perfect world has been a 40 year dream No, this isn’t really Oz This is the post-modern United States Where we complain for no cause And there is never enough food on our plates When will this madness end When will the real America return? When will we ascend Back into our prime, back into our turn? Of being a world leader, a group that others look up to For guidance, for ideas, a group that they have hope through The day will come when we are back once again So I leave you with this one simple question: When?
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