The Collapse
I must refrain from
wearing a mask of depression,
Still retain joy in this deep
recession. Give America a
reason to be, but I must also
decree; that if this world goes
under, society must not
stumble.
But in a dark age of oppression,
we must rise up, and make the
difficult decisions. To keep the
world in disposition, to rise up
and recondition. In this new
world government, we must
rebuild. Reconstruct and regain
tranquility, rather then passing
new bills for these new issues
that arrived because of thee.
We must amalgamate, to
create an environment that is
suitable. For the future of the
commonwealth, retire these
decrepit values, upon which
this country was propagated.
In order for this earth to
burgeon, the earth’s population
must reconciliate. Any being,
man or women, any race
abiding within our communal
purlieus.
For these reasons I must ask
the world to not accept the
future, but instead make a
change to better it. Hopefully
society will never relapse, and
cause another fatal collapse.
Copyright © Cooper Fitch | Year Posted 2012
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