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Too Much Darkness/Not Enough Dreams


I lie in the darkness awaiting the light, sitting in my bed eyes full of tears, listening to a heart that pumps but the blood is sad, my soul is aching for something more and I cannot bare the shackled pain that burdens me inside anymore.
In the chambers of my mind where solitary confinement gives me peace, the youth of my generation myself included often reach into a bag filled future that is bleak, far sighted, limited, and has no dreams of better things and that is not what God envisioned for all his Kings and Queens.
Currently, in a world where a judge cuts a future short with the stroke of a pen, where handcuffs, a jumpsuit, and a number on the back is a mansion home of misery that all too often becomes the future's humble abode.
Living in a future where my generation kills, kills, and kills some more we are engulfed in a future of darkness and are too blind to find the door.
In an education system where they don't believe the future is smart enough to comprehend the lies in the books, furthermore in an education system where those who attend private schools are the ones who more than not are blessed with a second glance. While those who struggle are often forever in a trance.
Also in an education system where standardized tests no matter how good your grades hold you back, and they wonder why there is no light at the end of the tunnel because they hold back the light and those who are lost because of this cannot or will not ever see the guiding light.
Currently in a government where the color that dominates is green the youth no longer know the meaning of dreams we would rather chase the green known as cash but you can't take that with you no matter where your soul gets cast and your dreams have died and as a result look up to the Heavens and fill them with heartbreaking cries.
The crabs known as the rich continue to further line their pockets while the poor, oppressed, and downtrodden are engulfed in kitchens with dirty dishes, dim lights, empty refrigeration, empty bellies, malnourished dreams and food-less nights they go through the maze lost trying to find their way.
The hearts of a lot people have died from not getting enough of the nutritious healthy protein that God created known as love.
In a system where heroin, weed laced with cocaine, meth, and alcohol eases all the people and gives them a glimmering light of hope in a darkness filled world.
Where those who are addicted pump poison in their veins the rich go on with their lives and ignore the outcries of the addicted and they forever ignore the hurt of the afflicted.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 08, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 17, 2013

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In a dark world looking for a glimmer of hope, change, and people starting to dream again.

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