Conditioned to believe we own the world
our psyches shatter when trouble swirls
Patience is not our virtue
We want it now and we will take it from you
Troubling, but true
Images of wealth-filled lives flood our eyelids daily for years on end
Stimulating us to strive, steal, cheat, spend and never lend
Those of us with meager means feel like failures in worthless skin
Never-mind our inner treasures, gifts given by God so generously
We beat ourselves down so bad our eyes cease to see
Our hearts resist to feel
All we want is that book or record deal
So we can validate our success with a check
We want to hit #1 so we can say we are the best
There is no sin in wanting to win
But the American mind often doesn’t enjoy the game
Without the trappings of material things it just isn’t the same
We can’t imagine waking to dead bodies, crushed buildings and no water access
Could we survive if given this life altering test?
Countless souls miles away deal on the daily with this terrible mess
Can the reality of a tragedy so far away expand the American mind?
As life’s clock continues to tick down, we will all know in time
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