the future of America
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We the people
Are the future of this country.
We have reached an age
Beyond which the future is unclear.
So, as much as we can,
Back in 1776, when America was formed
Being held by the goverment was never-more.
Free to do as we wish, to keep power in our hand
And with that dream we built a grand country across this land
Hundreds of years have passed in thee,
Not only by white but the red shed with scream.
We fight for our freedom and now it's my turn.
I am the future of this place.
Talk about atrocities in a world of animosity,
focused on the bureaucracy and ignoring the humanity,
the insanity in doing the same thing again,
the worlds fucked now cuz it was fucked then,
Long passed are the four-score and seven years of our nation's founding.
Not so distant was a time of our dominance.
A time was not so long ago were we the world's sanctum.
Am I my ancestors who fought for freedom
Am I next to the throne of our unclaimed kingdom
Am I the fear, sorrow, hurt or pain
Am I the silver lining after the rain
Who am I?
What does the future ask of us?
What does it have to say?
About all the mistakes we are about to make,
are making, will have made?
