Who Are We?

Who are we? Simple minded people? Out of touch of reality, and fighting how people should be treated equal. Fighting how ones skin color is more superior than the other. My whole life I grew up thinking we as people we're all sisters and brothers. Everyone stop with the Capitalistic thoughts and the fighting, but in reality I know as a country without violence we ain't thriving. HAHA. I know if you are listening, you might just think I'm just an angry college kid, don't know what he is writing. My age doesn't block my vision, I look at the world with eyes wide open. I see the hungry families in my community just hoping, they're hoping for change, they're hoping for help, but nah you got greedy ass people learning to stack and waste their wealth. That's the whole irony of being named the United States, ain't nothing united about it. We all just sell outs or fakes. So many people have given their lives for this country, but government figures capitalize on wars just for monetary gains. But ain't that strange? You got women and men selling their souls and dignity for the money and fame. But ain't that strange? You got billionaires looking to double their bank accounts, which shows no amount of money is enough, we got to have more and more. But ain't that strange? Honestly, I don't blame us as a society I blame our system. The system where we forget everyone else, and in reality just care about ourselves. Working in jobs that we hate, putting our true potential on the shelves. For what? A piece of paper that the government has put a label of worth. I ain't hating, I know that's what we must do to survive, it's humanities curse. I hope one day we drop our bad habits, learn to appreciate the true meanings of love, and not care about material things. Learn to invent to help people worldwide rather than ourselves, so we can all live as kings. We all need to progress and give up being thugs or worrying about copping a new diamond watch or a pair of diamond rings. Till then, peace and tranquility is all just a dream. So please all I ask is for us to stop and question...Who are we?

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My community
My country
Our world
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