Life in the 90's

I walk fearfully through the urban wasteland
I am ignorantly afraid of the inhabitants of this strange land
I fear for myself not caring for the others
I am afraid that on this day I would not sacrifice for the nation that refuses to care; it rather smothers
We owe it to ourselves to recapture the national caring
We should care about our friends, we should once again begin the national sharing
People of this land once did truly care
People of this land need to once again discover our national flare

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