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I’ve got no time for sappy Melodramatic love sonnets. My watch runs backwards Like a countdown, Measuring days I’ve spent From my account, Hoping I don’t bounce The next check.
My borrowed time is an investment In my children’s past. Their future is theirs, But I’m in charge of their Remember whens.
Someone out there Has a child today Who one day Will say:
“Remember when those planes crashed into those buildings?”
they didn’t do that. It was our world. The one my parents made And I probably maintained.
So when those kids say “remember when,” we need but remember one thing:
that we’re to blame because we were too worried about sitcoms and ourselves to stand up and start caring, to stand up and say: “NO. that’s not the way I want things.”
I don’t want a nation That has to put on makeup So it doesn’t cringe When it looks in the mirror.
I don’t want a nation Where middle aged men Can make a decision For any woman.
I don’t want a nation That thinks “Death” and “justice” are synonyms, And I don’t want a nation That doesn’t Know The difference.
I don’t want a nation Where rape has the same punishment as theft And I don’t want a nation Where it happens every two minutes.
--check THAT fact.
I don’t want a nation That has soldiers who can’t legally drink before they die, And I don’t want a nation That has soldiers Period.
I don’t want a nation That was glued to it’s tv to see one man executed, And I don’t want a nation That forgets that’s exactly What It Did.
I don’t want a nation That cries when it sees poverty on tv But can’t make eye contact With a homeless man on the street.
I don’t want a nation Where thin is in and even thinner is even better, And I don’t want a nation That gets fatter just the same.
I don’t want a nation Where commercial airtime is more valuable than gold, And I don’t want a nation Where it buys your silence.
I don’t want a nation That criminalizes the drugs it put on its own streets, And I don’t want a nation That uses them anyway.
And I’ve got no time for Emmys and Oscars Because there might be a real hero out there; There might be a real death.
I’ve got no time for magazines With articles on better, more satisfying sex When out there a woman is getting raped By her boyfriend.
Escapism is a guilty pleasure For a damn good reason And all Of Us Are guilty of that deadly sin.
So I hold us all accountable. I hold you accountable, Hollywood. I hold you accountable, network tv. I hold accountable every newspaper sold, And I hold Washington accountable For running all of the above.
And I hold us both accountable, Cause there’s no time for reading and writing, Listening, spitting obtuse flows Ignoring, thus supporting the status quo because We Don’t Know.
"I wanna escort everyone through the romance of another dawn." -limbic system
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