We dwell, and complain
And we become victims of disdain.
We hear the calls
That capitalism will be the fall of us all.
All that’s heard is how opportunity isn’t equal.
But in reality,
All we’re doing is manifesting a generation that is feeble.
A society that cultivates,
Ideas that innovate.
There are issues,
In the nation that we reside.
But there are no situations that propose dire straits.
It is within this beautiful irony,
We’re given the beautiful United States