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Our children are awake.
When will you let them sleep?
Saying all they want are just silly dreams
suggesting they keep quiet
and go to sleep while you deal with the poorly guided
naive adolescents corrupted by distress 
when will you see them as more, instead of less?
Providers are worried, and guardians are stumped 
how will we ever grow out of this construct? 
scripted from here, some taken from there
we’re not a collective we just put most things in gear
can we get past this made up illusion 
That what we’re doing will never end in an conclusion? 
We come together over and over, trying to heal with mass exposure 
but we’re suppose to be asleep.
Aren’t we suppose to keep quiet? 
Can we really solve this by keeping our youth in silence? 
How long will you be in this stump? 
How long can we keep this up? 
Whatever, we’ll go back to the board 
Hoping to find some peace 
Even though we know people like you can’t even see 
voting for who you see fit 
The person with “the best last name” that could carry on quiet 
that continues to harbor your observed violence
one that we don’t wanna any part in 
Why does it matter to us so much?
When all we’ve supposedly done is proven we don’t do well with much? 
When all we’re doing is trying to crumble the walls you’ve built
left behind from our fathers.
Never washed away by our mothers
but then again we’re suppose to be asleep
so we’ll keep quiet. 
delete our posts and vote for violence
take our pride and leave it behind 
because mothers knows best, always worked with time 
we’ll close our mouths and hope for tomorrow
walls still lingering the same question is yet to be answered 
when can we go to sleep?
We know you barley know where we’ll be next week
but then again we are suppose to keep quiet
We’re trying so hard to look beyond violence
Waiting for the time we’re recognized as more of a solution, and less of an allusion. 
But wait. 
Aren’t we all suppose to be asleep.
We’re not to wonder where we’ll be in a week 
we’ll keep our mouths quiet, even though we  know we won’t like it 
trying hard to forget that we’ve been left without positive guidance 
maybe we’ll try to sleep.
lay our heads on ours pillows
some red some blue
over our wordless thoughts that we dare not spew 
with one last question we slowly lower our heads.
One thought left we so often dread 
tell us 
tell us 
tell us 
When can we finally go to bed?
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