Youth in Action: Dead Ends

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By NICHOLAS J. LUSIANI

My surroundings have a history of a specified hue

One can look and one can see we can only be what we can only do.

First the fruit of evil and good was picked

In delusion legitimizing the institution of politricks

Now they chop down the trees to make slivers of green.

Oh, how greed has turned a blossom into a weed

And bountiful crops of sweat into seeds

While most have the need to feed, fathoming deed.

Though they no longer pack their guns for their fun

those with the paper mutilate by slinging ink.

Stop! My Brothers and Sisters, use your minds to think

‘Cuz we have no chance to even blink.

Open your eyes, my brethren,

‘Cuz the killing of millions

is no longer done by pulling triggers,

but trillions of figures.

Curious bills,

In the vaults of a few

Cry out to only you:

LET ME EMBRACE MY PEOPLES.

Break me out of this cold dry jail

And let me spread, and

Inseminate, and

Invigorate, and

Breathe, and

Grow…

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