Droves of emotionless faces without a clue of what to do to change things in their own future.
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Droves of emotionless faces.
Monopolizing the best of spaces.
Greed becomes the forefront of everyone’s mind.
No honesty out there left to find.
A dreamless nation,
stuck on the same station.
When did our hope evaporate?
When did our love turn to hate?
A stock-pile of questions that’s for sure,
with no answers or a single cure.
What is in our naked future,
a promise of a fix or suture?
Watchful waiting I am afraid,
as no-one has caught on to the charade.
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