Our Youth

who am I ...the children ask
and where can I be found
in between the pages of books
that seem to be hellbound..
not to ever be discovered
never heard seen nor read
never to know the crowns
that once adorned my head
history has been lost
and my soul has been vanquished
as a generation of lost souls
raise there faces in anquish
searching for them selves in the
eyes of piss poor leaders
Only to get more confused as they
Look into the eyes the adolecent
breeders who bore them
so comes the source of our dispute
A degraded nation
separated by
No Love NO wisdom
and No education
and if we do nothing about it
our youth...
will only bring forth rotten fruit