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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required What the hell does that mean, why title it that Unfortunately it’s an epidemic, a virus in fact That continues to spread and lay eggs where ever it goes Only a conscious mind is considered its foe We sit and we rot in front of the boob tube Believing the hype that comes from the boob tube We sit and we stare our minds hypnotized Dreaming of things that shall never be realized We’re prisoners of our mind but the gate’s neither closed nor locked We are merely afraid to make that first step for fear of a drop From stability to insecurity, from commonality to maturity To stand out alone many find quite intimidating Why must we be blind and deaf to our environment When actions take place seeking our acknowledgement Asking us to cry out due to social injustices Only to be played down by the diversity of the Supreme Justices In a blanket of snow there lies a few specks of dirt That provides color for a sea of hurt But like an invisible clock there lies and invisible ceiling Capping the height to which one could be dreaming We are zombies that have been modeled from prototypes With slight upgrades to endure the new fight We were taught what we need to know And everything else that we do not know Is used against us so we remain caged In the prisons of our mind, hence once we have aged Will pass on these false teachings to future generations But I could be wrong, I’m just a Haitian.
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