Whats This World Coming To

Kids, parents people, their own minds and feelings felt running through their veins, central nervous systems all different in their specific ways, and yet no one, not a human to be found, standing up, speaking out a nation only so strong, a government frail only long as its people don't speak. yet children, the creations, minds flourishing in new ways, are bound. bound to social standings, racial discrimination, equality stopped by the formation of identity, economies separating the ones who will one day be this great nation, together, as one, they say, and yet no one works together, always fending for themselves, laws threatening, and binding the souls that are only trying to do good. you cant walk here you cant stand there, talk about what you wish but once you mention religion, sex or race your band from this.