Modern Day

More than a different day
I miss my forefather
Or their days rather.
We know who we are we say
We have it all but our eyes carry our lies

Severing ties
Failing to realize
I carry the pain of my mother
At least I can say
Good existed but now evil flies

Modern but further
We have sailed away
From the porters clay
Living as a generation desensitized and covering our guilt in abstract lies

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