More are forgotten, less are remembered, rejection is organized hate from a bitter dry well with flogged thoughts strapped in darkness with anger so deeply rooted and so cold. All is frozen in time embodied in fear, intimidated by prosperity, lost dreams with no hope or memories to cherish and diminished in the success of never winning.
Shu.….,so I can hear your thoughts spinning in your head recognizing reasons and feelings like blowing sand that can’t be gathered. Must this journey be so long, feeling rejection way down from your bitter dry well? We have died a thousand deaths yet it’s not enough; you have killed a million dreams, ravished aspirations and killed the spirit of hope. My face has faded in time like shadows in the night and no longer remembered. Hands are fisted not in anger to do you no harm, but to be recognized as a sign and symbol of strength and unity as we face your bitter dry well of faded hope.
Chasing dreams that may never be, I dare to lose strength under a veil of defeat.
In what vain do we rejoice, swelled with unquestioning doubt?
Years have passed with the spectra of freedom looming with passion.
The mocking of opportunities beyond common contempt so narrowly bestowed.
To simply make it possible for all people to plow freedoms road of hope cannot be wasted or divided by power.
We each have a vested responsibility to vote ourselves into the process of this sobering reality of our nations divide.
Self criticism echoes through our minds like empty hallways casting shadows of self defeat and threatening further desires.
So drawn in time and dead weighted in cultural differences we still wait for America to wake up, but we must keep watch over our own.

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