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New American Age
I find myself reaching for
A riddle I’ll never understand
A verse that can’t be written
A melody that can’t be played
A solution that isn’t there
All I see is finite
All I imagine are limited possibilities
But our needs remain infinite
And impossibilities unimaginable
As we watch a species break
By land and weather
By nature and disease
By religion and society
By prosperity and propaganda
When purpose replaces community
Goals produce mutual destruction
When people praise cruelty
Suffering becomes their currency
Watching the old order crumble
There’s no going back
Only forward
Yet we continue to rebuild ourselves
Learning new and forgetting old
Only to relearn and forget again
America never delivered on its
Original promise, 250 years later
We’re still labeling winners and losers
Prematurely and often by color
Squabbling over who gets to call
This country a homeland
There once was an American age
Though deeply flawed and far from fair
Where we cried out for others
