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A World Like This
Who knew how this world would turn out? Surely not our childhood selves. |
| Winnie the Pooh and Tigger too couldn't have dreamed of a world like this. A world where kids stay doped up on Ritalin and Prozac, while drug dealers work the swingsets and slides of a local playground. A world where kids with guns and the will to kill run the streets with cold, hard eyes - their conscience seared by the flames of abuse and neglect. A world where the innocent pay for the crimes of the guilty, and justice has become a four letter word. A world that I once loved but now only seek to escape. No, Winnie the Pooh and Tigger too couldn't have dreamed of a world like this. But the funny thing is, I think our dreary friend Eeyore saw it coming all along. |