No Longer Nation
A free-write from class that spiraled into this
The future of our nation is uncertain.
Riots and fighting
We can no longer sit on the sidelines.
Learn to stand up.
Plagued by people who revere ignorance.
We can no longer be intolerant and hateful.
The ideal of knowledge, tossed aside.
Art and hobbies monetized.
We can no longer sustain ourselves.
A world at war
A nation on the brink
We can no longer ignore the outside.
There is no safety net.
Free falling through the cracks.
We can no longer save ourselves.
Social media takeover
Lives on display
We can no longer have privacy.
Adapt or die.
Live or lie.
We can no longer turn a blind eye.
About the Creator
Morgan Starkey
I am a 28 year old, female. I am part of and an avid supporter of the LGBT community. I have been writing since I was in high school and once dreamed of being a writer, now my dream is to be an English teacher, but I still want to write
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