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Sep 2014
Today is not like yesterday,
Because yesterday
Was at least decent.
Today,
Today is not decent.
Today war is a first choice.
Today slavery is
A hidden occupation.
Today love is so difficult to find
And even more difficult to give,
So children don't know what it is
When they have it,
And all that leads to is
Babies having babies ;
With no income,
No stability
And no wisdom.
Leaving us in this invincible cycle
Of idiocy and
Lovelessness.
Today the world is pretty sad.
Our elders
Refuse to leave their homes
Because too many young people
Patrol our streets
And threaten our lives.
More old people bury
Young carcasses,
There won't be a future world
If our life expectancy is 16,
22 if we're lucky.
We are surrounded by
Self harm.
Deceit.
Danger.
Anger.
Authority loathing.
Corruption.
Just to name a few.
So I'm leaving.
I'm packing up a bag,
And I'm following the sun.
I'm going to follow that star
All the way to Morrow.
It is said to be a land of peace;
Where everything is better.
Where there's nothing to stress
So you ain't got no worries.
A place of true greatness,
The utopia we're searching for.
I'm going to ride the sun
To Morrow,
And I'm going to live greatly.
I'm going to live fearless.
I'm going to live.
LJ Eaddy
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LJ Eaddy  My Imagination
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