I’ve Never Seen a More Controlled Free Nation

Gray clouds, hang oppressively overhead. Waiting, holding back the deluge that is sure to come. But will the rain purify, will this cascade help decontaminate the political environment that’s been contaminated and fabricated into this controlled freedom?

Have we misplaced the American dream? Perhaps just forgotten it, or has it disappeared? So many unnerving thoughts, questions that leave one unsettled. Demoralized citizens, a disconnect and discouragement is what the general populace seems to be undergoing.

People have departed the path of hopes and dreams. As a young man I went into the world bright eyed and happy. I had dreams, changes I had seen. I had hope, the desire and dream fell to the wayside. But I look into the eyes of the youth today and they lack hope. Cynicism, sarcasm teamed up with utter ignorance about their own past let alone the history of the collective world around them. This is what the windows of the soul reveal.

Aspirations, dreams, the desire for a better situation and future. They have all but dissolved, today the youth is left with trauma. The burden to shoulder all the failures those forerunners who didn’t take into consideration the sons and daughters of tomorrow. They were here after their own needs, not the needs of society as a whole. Peace, love and liberty were all sold off like some ineffectual, fruitless commodities. No one seemed to care.

I was born into Generation X, born just a bit late to see the hope of the 1960’s generation. The youth that felt something; they came together with the American dream knowing, feeling that collectively their voice would ring out and make a better day. By the time the world does feel that sparks, that glimmer of hope. Our generation will be a bit late to enjoy it.

We are the lost and disoriented souls of a dearly departed nation and world where hope has been sealed on the bottom of Pandora’s box. Or is there hope? Did pieces of that parchment escape before the war mongers of the military industrial complex slammed it tightly shut?

There is an overall despondency in this desolate landscape of American and global politics in general. Youth is not filled with high spirits and good cheer, it has been swapped for despair, gloom, a dejected state of mind. The older folks treat the youth harshly, they have no time for them now; a reflection of how they were raised. No time left to hear their hopes and dreams, no time left to nurture their innocent, fragile minds. Then in turn we toss our old into institutions of loveless, careless behavior that shows there is no time left for love, peace and liberty.