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I Don'T Understand America Part Ii

Pollution No shape, no color, no boundries It is not the smog that blankets skylines It is the people who scurry under it We are born in to sin I just wish it came with a shovel We are programmed to dig our own graves Alcohol Tobacco Sloppy sex Greasy foods Ingredients we can not pronounce But have been conditioned to accept everything.. FDA approved Are you not moved yet? Have I not proved anything? Are my words nothing but shapes thrown together? Tossed away like garbage in the sea? What has to happen who has to die? Is the thousands of suicides and soldiers not sacrifice enough? I do not stand alone but we are not standing together No matter how many times you like that post it doesn’t save you a spot in heaven It’s a distraction. taking you away from the work we must do to the physical world Not the technological one… I fear these words will only grace the eyes of so little That in time will be lost in the archives of techonology.. We have lost ourselves in technology We send smileys but don’t care to smile at a stranger If we just look up for one second do you even remember what the sky looks like? It’s darker than I remember We no longer have necessities but over indulged in materials. We are alive for a short time and should be living Batteries are not included because we don’t need them Break free from the robotics Take a break from your techno narcotic Because you can’t experience life glued to a screen Go outside before it’s too late and nothing is no longer green

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 8/6/2014 9:33:00 PM
notice, the less idiots comment...the more you are RIGHT! Spot on with the screen thing....no tv for me 5 yrs. now...and never been more AWAKE!~
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Date: 8/6/2014 9:30:00 PM
Preaaaaaach! snap snap snap!~
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