“The human race is a chase, the prey is our dreams.”

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life 1 min read 669 views Jul 24, 2016

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This is what change looks like?
Dull and depressing, not happy and bright,
Gradual, over time, naw people won't bite,
Complacent in thinking that the greater good would put up a fight,
And justice would prevail, 
But now we've got this mess, what the hell?
True your vote won't matter,
So you pissed off like a bladder,
Choosing the lesser of two evils,
Is like death by drowning or falling off a ladder,
So you don't want to choose neither,
But you swallow this medicine to alleviate pitch fever,
As bitter as it seems.
Going down, those in power can't steal dreams,
Just your freedom and money,
So hold on tight to your honey!
Please teach your children and babies,
That the world can quickly become crazy,
If they too become complacent...

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