Our seeds of our future lives in darknss |
Once flowed a river of clear waters. Now flow a river of distained waters. The river once filled with honor Now the river is filled with disgrace One may say the change of times. Those great leaders of yesterday taught love of those rivers. Great stories from many who traveled; they left countless fond memories. Traditionally, they were carried from one generation to the next. But now, those fond memories are gone One may say the change of times. Those great leaders once taught respect for these rivers. Now, those words of wisdom are words of the past. The bloodline now flows with pollutants. Now cut off from our seeds, they’re lost to the pirates of pride One may say the change of times. Now the pirates of these rivers cultivate our future seeds with greed and disease They teach our children nothing of valor in having true “respect of life”. The river of life only flows clearly with love of thy neighbor. Today, the bloodline is egocentric, “me, myself, and I”. One may say the change of times. We have become immune to the blood shed of children. Children’s gods have become idols of darkness. Children are now seen with “bling- bling” beyond their years. Their dangling jewels, fancy cars, I-Pods, and credit cards One may say the change of times. Now the pirates of these rivers cultivate our future seeds with sex and neglect We have become immune to males’ oversized pants; and females’ skin tight pants “Where the moon doesn’t shine”…. our youth advertise the “cracks of their behinds Our children are raising children; no longer a “big momma in the house” One may say the change of times. We have become immune to gang banger’s initiations to steal our young. Children’s tongues cut like blades their mouths spew like the filth discharged in sewers Our children are learning to sale their souls by the trade of evil. Children kill for money and become enslaved by blood money. One may say the change of times. Once flowed a river of clear waters. Now flow a river of distained waters Now river of life is plagued with ghosts….the lost souls of innocents The ghost of children crying for their lost souls, wandering aimlessly in darkness One may say the change of times. |