The train is coming,
I hear the low rumble
of our awaking
it's taken a while
but I always knew
we were not forsaken
the enemy is
anything that takes
our minds away
from where it's
supposed to be,
negative news
gives me the blues
race baiting,
war, endless
political debating
the Age of Distraction
is on life support,
as it draws its
last raspy breath,
know this is a birth,
not a death
so happy that
I dance inside,
chills course up and
down my spine,
we are alive and this
is our time to right
so many wrongs,
finally a chance
to ignite our own
enlightened song
of freedom.
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