America sneezes and the world gets a cold
We’re disillusioned with the past; the future holds no mirth. We’ve reached a point of no return upon this fractured earth. What justifies this statement? What wrought this dreary mood? It was watching CNN after turning on the tube: A crooked politician uses young men as his pawns. They fight in wars but do not ask that they’re given a just cause. Instead they go forth blindly, waving their nation’s flag. What once had been a sighn of hope, becomes an oily rag.
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