These Days
These days see us looking back into our past.
These days show us where the route failed and where the mast snapped.
These days of fear and worry about us.
These days see us wonder for who cares about us.
These days we’re fools if we can’t see the pain.
These days we suffer so the privileged few can gain.
These days we know that our country is not what it was.
These days we seem to accept our suffering so the rich can fool and crucify us!
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