Nov 04
poem challenge: CJP-Waiting
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The Future is Ours

We waited and waited for this day to come;
for our future to change but that hasn't been done. 
We still sit in our homes, hiding from truth.
While outside our walls, gone is our youth.
The world is a scary,
dangerous place,
we force our open minds
to remember its grace.
We have a voice;
we must learn how to use it.
The future is ours;
we get to choose it.