Wake up and see, Look around to see,
The woe befalling us, both you and me,
Look! Look! Look!
Look to hope for a better way to be.
Rare is a curious and questioning mind,
Which searches for answers, only to find
Information from a vision
Televised, devised,
To keep truth hidden.
Look! Look! Look!
See: the division we love, the division we hate,
One State, Two State, Red State, Blue State.
Your news is wrong, my news is right.
You won’t see an enemy
When it’s yourselves you fight.
 Look! Look! Look!
Divided fallen through Hell’s wide gate,
No one wants to consider fate,
They Placate.
Placate with Britney, Placate with Paris.
We know less about our children than about a hotel heiress.
Parents at Work, Parents at Play,
Children at home day after day.
Young girls have no mentors saying “Aim Higher!”
Just a pregnant teen starlet to help them aspire.
They grow up too fast, Childhood must prevail,
We say as our eight-year-olds try to get into Yale.
Their minds not yet molded, their brains long since fried.
No wonder playtime is spent lounging inside.
And do we look back at ourselves with shame?
Why would we? There’s someone else we can blame!
My son shot someone? Video Games!
How will the children learn how to speak with respect
When at home it’s a seldom brought-up subject?
And how will they discern the wrong from the right
With Mommy, Daddy, and Lawyer to settle their fights?
But that’s just the half of it, as they say.
The other half lives in a different way.
Hungry, sick child looking for Mama,
While neither McCain nor Hilary nor Obama
Can figure out a way they can manage
To keep away from those taking advantage,
Yet finance help for those truly in need
Of pills for the heart, or inhalers to breathe.
For how can one look at two children and say,
“This one’s a tax write-off, but this one’s okay?”
Look, Look, Look.
Hope appears in its audacity.
Though it’s more of a trickle, less of a spring.
Remember someone, somewhere in this nation,
Is trying to help the next generation.
Maybe someday we all will learn
Who to believe and when to discern.
Maybe we’ll find leaders worthy of trust.
Yes, hope has a trickle, but is it enough?