There’s a darkness that encompasses the world
A place where no man can be more than he is
Where our children are nothing but sponges to be hurled
Into a world where they deserve more and get none
This is the plight of our age
But our times can change
For the greater good
Or we can let it rot and wane
And spiral out of control
Lose our grasp on reality
And become those we strike out against
These are seen as the problems of our leaders
But I see them as the problems of a free person
That can walk through a street without hurt
Or fear or pain holding them like a drunk with bourbon
Are these the words of a madman?
But who of you would let this happen?
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