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Can this silly childhood notion be fulfilled?

Or shall the world once again force freedom down.

I acknowledge that the world has become quite cold,

But alas I still feel and see its’ possibilities.

When did we its’ caretakers stop caring?

Perhaps we never cared and all this time

We’ve been selfish creatures devouring it.

I laugh, for laughter is all I can muster

In desperate times such as these,

But people believe me when I say

That life without amazement is not worth living.

Yet still I watch the news everyday

For any evidence of my Uncle or cousin.

Both are fighting a war that has no end.

And my words are left to the wind.