The Future In Our Hands

From a young age we are constantly groomedTaught how to actOur happiness assumed When we get hurtWe’re told to speak upBut when we open our mouthsThey tell us to be quietjust keep your head down Just wait till you’re in the real world they sayYou’re only in high school everything is okayIf everything is “okay” then why can I look to my left and see so much deathso much sadnessand the crushing weight of stressSchools getting shot upKids taking their own livesCan’t they see the future generations are on the line? Thank God there’s still timeWe can still change their mindsWe can show them that we are worth the fightWorth the changeWorth the time It’s time be heardIt’s time to “Be the change you hope to see in the world”

This poem is about: 
My country

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