They stole our future

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Used @ComfyUI, #veedio, #DALLE3, @StabilityAI, @udiomusic, #davinciresolve

Lyrics by me.

Lyrics:
(Verse 1)
In a dream of yesteryears, a vision from the past,
A future so grand, in vastness unsurpassed.
Dreams of nuclear flight, soaring through the sky,
A vision crystal clear, as the 60s aimed to fly.

(Verse 2)
That vision once so bright, now starts to fade and veer,
"Reduce, reuse, recycle," as nuclear we fear.
When abundance turns to scarcity, progress comes to rest,
Glued to our screens, forsaking dreams once confessed.

(Chorus)
Our power, usurped, leaving us with less,
Our vision, clouded, now a source of stress.
Our potential, commandeered, as they issue their demands,
Our future, pilfered, from our outstretched hands.

(Verse 3)
Built on reason, our nation stood so high,
With books and self-taught wisdom, ready to apply.
Franklin, unschooled; Lincoln, with books in hand,
Marked the era of the self-made man.

(Verse 4)
Now, education's a given, with no struggle in sight,
Social over reason, dimming the light.
John Dewey's legacy, progressivism's rise,
Children taught to feel, not think, as wisdom dies.

(Chorus)
Our power, taxed, for their schools we pay,
Our vision, repurposed, as we're molded like clay.
Our potential, stifled, taught disdain for the learned,
Our future, hijacked, as for knowledge we yearned.

(Verse 5)
Snake oil, once sold, with cautionary tales,
"Buyer beware," where a sharp mind prevails.
Mistakes were our lessons, risks once embraced,
Now, fear grips our hearts, and courage is displaced.

(Verse 6)
Addiction once shamed, now excused and revered,
Vices celebrated, in profiles appeared.
No longer strive for better, wear illness as a crown,
Honor in struggle, as virtue is drowned.

(Bridge)
Safety layers each choice, no need for debate,
Trust in the voice of the state.
A department for all, thought becomes rare,
Yet they falter, and lead us to despair.

(Chorus)
Our power, seized, our choices now few,
Our vision, scripted, they dictate our view.
Our potential, leashed, on them we depend,
Our future, mortgaged, unable to defend.

(Outro)
Where are the visionaries, bold and profound,
Souls awakening, with stories yet unbound?
We're left with conformists, ready to be shaped,
Chasing impressions, in a world escaped.

The truth remains, our future wasn't stolen outright,
But rather, we surrendered it without a fight.

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