Nightmares From the Bottom

The blind stares of a million pairs of eyes,
Looking hard but won't realize,
the tears shed or the blood bled to dig out of the abyss in order to thrive.

We're animals to people who don't see us a equal.
with a plot to ensure that we have no sequel.

But Hope is the light in the middle of the night,
that motivates a nation regardless of fright.

Drugs numb the mind,
while alcohol drowns your sorrow,
as you look towards the future and hope to see a tomorrow.
The problems of the past become the reality of the future
and from what I see on TV the end might be much sooner.

So I'm just chilling on the ledge,
with my feet over the edge,
and my head in the clouds.
Thinking about the drop down.

With the happiest frown you ever did see.
Wondering in the end, Would we really be free?