America We Have A Problem

Huston, move over please, this is too big a problem.

Please, someone?

Are you big enough to help put a muzzle on society?

To soothe our children’s nightmares from reading of the future societies that have become today?

Can you make them promises that don’t turn out to be hollow?

Can you try, at least try, to make our children feel welcome, somewhere?

Is the world really the pessimistic, future less world we all think it is?

Is music the only thing these children hear anymore?

Has communication become so unreal the only way to express yourself is through

Long, depressing good-bye letters?

Glowing words on a screen?

Lyrics laid in front of you?

“Another Fabricated Self-Portrait”? Indeed. We aren’t so perfect.

But can’t we keep pretending?

Tell me. Tell Me. TELL ME.

Can’t we keep pretending everything is perfect?

Only really show the slightest bit of emotion when we finally

Explode,

Breakdown,

Die?

Is this where it ends?

Or does it continue?

Please, don’t let this world continue without it’s medicine.

Medicine, the cure for modern worlds:

Music

Peace

Change

Understanding

Lack of a generation gap

Life

Liberty

The pursuit of happiness

Abstinence from reality TV

A long overdue reality check.

Why should today’s youth be this way?

One young girl fighting for her individuality before she dreams of high school.

One young girl not dreaming of high school in between 8th grade drags of smoke.

One young boy never becoming more than a social outcast.

One young boy hurriedly hiding his talent in an incinerator.

Fights breaking out because no one has taught them otherwise.

Volatile best friends, not sure where tomorrow will take the extent of their loyalty.

In every house a child crying themselves to sleep through the chorus of screams.

Grades, meaningless, thrown out with the garbage.

Threats to make parents jump out of their skin.

Adults without children, neglecting lives other than their own.

Adults, never seeing the world through eyes who haven’t been destroyed by

Their parents

Political interference

Censorship

Prejudice

Fear

Routine opposition of their own lives.

Light never really reaching the backs of peoples eyes,

Light being blocked by the thick headedness and anger of

Humans.

We have a problem.

Why, all of a sudden,

Do we care?

Don’t you find it rather odd that we have chosen to leave it all to our children?

To my generation?

Why are we frantic about the state of the earth so suddenly?

Oh, I apologize, I guess what with this whole, world going to destroy itself thing we have to

Have some sort of distraction.

Do you even notice the way there are two sides to everything?

Or did someone decide if you’re important enough you can point the finger at someone else?

Did you all miss the memo on that humanity stuff?

I know, weird isn’t it? Not acting like savages.

I know you may think we’ve come so much farther than we were.

But have we really?

Really?

Are we really any better off than we were?

With weapons, violence, death, environmental cover ups?

Tune out the world, shove those headphones over the mess we’ve created.

It works, I swear.

You see another world through the microphone.

Close your eyes, listen carefully,

The world is an amazing place.

Uh oh, America? We have a problem.

Sorry dears, what was I thinking?

No need to panic, that’ll be the last time I try to be so

Radical

Anarchist

And

Such a danger to society by

Speaking my Mind.


This Is Today, Wake Up,
WE HAVE A PROBLEM.