The New American Catastrophe

Started out of noble rights
thrown into the classic struggle
of sirens, gangs, and city nights
where intellect was left null
So, we fought tooth and nail,
through blood and bone
finding out that all men are frail
until I found a place to call my home.
By this day, I styled myself a poet
a Polymath for the new century
Only then I find they've already wrote
down all the words of beauty

So I turned my views to politics
economics, and the socialized ideal
I found our future is Dysgenics
So in my rage, and all of how I feel
through these clichés and poetic metaphors
held together by only meager solidarity
we find ourselves searching for a cause worthy of a war
for a transformation, from the plains to the quay
that never should've existed in Chesapeake Bay
The horrid state of affairs, here and afar
has led me to believe there's reason in the fray
to strengthen the species and raise the bar

the renaissance man feels only trepidation
being killed by our modern and digital age
certification has replaced qualifications
we may have faith in our old ways
In ebony silence, I sleep at night
unstanding my toils have gone unnoticed
the idiot, and the fool become so trite
while the intellectual remain repressed
In this new world, the fool will receive
Forgotten has become those esprit
while men of worth pray for repreive
Dysgenics. The New American Catastrophe