swimming in the waters of hope made dirty by desire

individually we stand united
in a state of confusion
as the calm waters of hope flow
under our concrete streets
through the sewers of our essence
and wash into the bay
and we are not so sure
if our problems are universal
generational
cultural
or sub-cultural
but we've struggled enough for the entire nation tonite
and its time to sleep
as the waters drip

d
d r
d r i
r i p
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united we stand as individuals
striving to realize our dreams
while we try to understand
what went wrong
and we pray our future will have meaning
(make us whole)
but the bay of hope is polluted
and her fish are dying
washing up on the shore
with bloody sores where eyes once saw the truth of it all

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