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Where
Holden left off..
The
world is changing
I’m
free falling through cyberspace
When
did I get to be this age?
Will
the catcher in the rye make a save?
Or
will I be called out at the end of the game?
All
seems so hopeless
As
I wander through the city
No
one deserves to be homeless and unhappy
They’re
looked at like garbage in the streets
We’d
rather walk over them go home and try to pretend
That
people like them don’t exist
Our
apathy makes it easier to believe they just quit
Turn
your radio upload; pretend you’re reading your paper
Yeah,
go ahead close your eyes
The
homeless who have so much are coming by
They’re
at the end of their rope
They
have no pride left
To
their fellow humans they turn for help
They’re
better off depending on themselves
I
just don’t know anymore
Young
kids seem grown before their time
Will
yours be standing in a police line?
Everywhere
you look you see the signs
Of
a society in chaos and decay
And
try as I might to find a tiny ray of sunlight
Even
in the day there is night
It’s
sounds so cliché to say children are our future
But
how can they make it better
When
they live in a world of such violence
That’s
the message we send
Violence
is glorified in our culture
Revered
by us, it’s industry churns out superstars
Children
emulate what they see
Violence
is their reality
Who
gives a shit about the SAT
When
you can barely read
Spend
all your time watching cable TV
And
we wonder why Johnny can’t read?
Johnny
can’t read cause he watches too much power rangers
If
he only knew his future is in danger
If
he doesn’t’ learn to read and write
Before
television takes his sight, leaving his mind blind
The
world turns leaving poor Johnny behind
I
just don’t know anymore…
There’s
no one out there to save you and I
The
catcher’s mitt is too small to catch us all
Maybe
Holden Caulfield was right…maybe he was…
9-11-96
(reading
this in 2005 I can see the maturity in writing. I cringe as I read this, but
this was my voice at the time.)
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