It comes, and it goes. The American Dream. It’s what we are taught dream about, that good ole’ American Dream.
By 2024, we will have a National debt of approximately $44 Trillion dollars.
By my own estimates, we’ll fall behind to other wealthy nations.
I am the type of individual who would give all of my money away to a charitable cause, but alas, I am a man without much money (if pennies count), so I often find myself rifting into a new dream. Another’s dream.
If I do, if I have $100 Billion dollars, do I keep it?
What happened to The American Dream?
Technology & The Arts appear to be in control, but if I didn’t try to summarize what we owe and focused on who owns what, I would say that the Common American cannot weather the coming storm.
I would say that those who reap wealth have selfishly left behind their Cohorts. I would say that they have belittled The Republic. I would say that they have stolen.
If I were of the wealthy, I would derive a cure for the root of our problem.
Are they? Do they care? Do Hip-Hop moguls and other extraordinary artists care? Do they care that America is losing this war of wealth? Are they going to keep The American Dream going? Do Americans even matter anymore?
This isn’t about being black, nor white, Mexican, Jew, or Gentile. This is about the sanctity of The Republic. The American Republic is suffering, yet so many make too much money while money becomes more of an extreme scarcity.
NBA players make explosive contracts, that turn into nothing but houses and cars. They take little care of their earnings, and the little money they donate is not enough to help the Nation.
Actors make multi-million dollar contracts through their acting abilities, but what do we make? Are we now JUST to be entertained?
Did anything that #BernieSanders said make any sense? Did it make sense to anyone?
Donald Trump was filmed with the accompaniment of other celebrities to show that they control America, in a lewd and pornographic video, but what happens when Americans are forced to wake up? What happens when something truly wakes us up? Remember September 11, 2001?
We fall so easily into the pits of celebrity that we fail to see the significance of The American. We have built ourselves into a war-mongering nation, and we would rather pay millions upon millions of dollars to socialites and athletes, as opposed to helping our new born children and the homeless.
There are even homeless veterans on the streets. Yet, America doesn’t care. Although 1 of the top 10 wealthiest Americans could single-handedly end poverty and homeless across the entire nation, they do not. The wealthiest profiteers have taken off with the American Dream. It may not be too late to repair our damages, but have we not defeated The Enemy?
If not for war, what can we not band together? Division is how we love to be, but we have divided ourselves into an incredibly large pit, and now we aren’t focused enough together to fix our most modern issues.
We worry about medicine, we worry about healthcare, education for our children and the safety of our roads and buildings. What about the economy?
I took one economic class, and I learned was that Americans are not in control. We have already leveraged too many of our jobs abroad. We fear doing work for ourselves, and we refuse to pay Americans anymore. Because of our selfishness, we have created an ever-impossible-to-stop vacuum where the wealthy become even more wealthy, while the basic American suffers and struggles with depression, being poor, being belittled, and frankly, too many of us just don’t want to live. We run to drugs to feed our obsession with a life that no one cares about us in.
So whilst the musicians make billions and the tech gurus, like Mark Zuckerberg, reap in more billions than fathomable, the clock turns.
The clock turns while hundreds of thousands of American suffer with medical debt, educational debt.
The clock turns while my generation tries hard to suffice.
The clock turns while Jezz Bezos enjoys his $100 Billion Dollar Empire.
Beyonce basks in her poetic freedom, enveloped by all the richest she could dream of.
The clock turns while The Kardashian Family forces us to be their slaves, their fans, their contributors, and their peons.
The clock turns. Some day, we’ll wonder why we never tried to fix this clock.
Until then, the clock merely turns, and turns, and turns, and turns. . .
The Clock turns.