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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Dying Society
[time] => 2004-02-04 22:35:35
[hometext] => We need to learn how to love again, as a society in whole.
[bodytext] => Men look with cotemplating eyes, At my 15 year old body, As if illegal is a word they do not know. And I'm starting to see the potency of my own sexuality, Like a gun that is cocked and ready to mame the next interested eye that casts a glance. I'm on a quest for maturity, And people say I have the world by the tail, As if it were a good thing, Something I should be proud of. I look at the world, This weak and pitiful planet that I hold in my palm, Children having children, Death is waiting at the next gas station, Laying patient in the barrell of someone's loaded gun. The bum on the sidewalk hops into his Mercedes, And heads home to his penthouse by the beach. Teenagers plot their own deaths with more enthusiasm than they've ever shown, And the man on the radio says we're due for a break in the rain, But the sun has died and there is no one to keep it burning because God is not in our hearts and we have mutilated our Bibles. Our society is crumbling and all we know of good has taken the first flight to hell, Leaving us abandoned in our own drunken violence and sarcastic rage, Oh yes, I do believe we are something to be proud of, Nations killing nations, Have we forgotten how to love? [comments] => 3 [counter] => 232 [topic] => 8 [informant] => LaurenShields [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => AmericanTragedy )
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