But what should it do about the heartbroken generation dotting the landscape?
We were promised so much and handed even more than we could ever hold.
We wanted to dance in the streets with joy; that was before we feared outside.
And did you ever stop to wonder that perhaps the why in sexy
Begs us to ponder how we come to trade in love and relationships and risks?
How do we even discern between the people and the monsters
After we've chased the all monsters away and taken up their roles?
It was not a brave new world that we have woken up to,
We woke up to cinders and smoke and our childlike dreams away at sea.
Someday the seas will claim the shores,
The forests forsake their borders,
And the mountains will move east.
America the beautiful indeed.
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