Sunday, January 11, 2009

where are your children?

Where are your children
Huddled around screens with fuzzy pictures
Watching the surrender of Harlem’s Robin Hood figure
Where are your children
Bludgeoning, shooting and stabbing before they can yet be called men
School of hard knocks more prestigious than traditional books and pen
Where are your children
Idolizing entrepreneurs of death
Forever looking for that father figure whose promise was never kept
Where are your children
Selling dreams of taking back their city
When in reality, only on a quest for power, no matter how horrific, deadly or gritty
Where are your children
Unsure of how to grow in productive members of society
Instead taking the route of fear and ruthlessness bringing them piety

What are your children
And how did they become so lawless
How did the straight and narrow bend into this criminal mess
What are your children
If not recreations of your twisted image
Able to rap before they can read, greatest priority being their status and visage
What are your children
Faithful followers, not of the God you taught, but the god you displayed
Teaching them not to build, but to spend before they were paid, credit before they save
What are your children
As the caliber of gun becomes more important than the child behind the trigger
And we realize that we can no longer balk when they call us nigger
What are your children
But vessels to spew the excuses for mediocrity they learned before their times tables
And mannequins for your need for rank, facades and labels

When are your children
Going to be planned and not just accepted
Celebrated, lifted up and raised in the care of both parents, not rejected
When are your children
Going to idolize something other than the American gangster
And not feel like that gang is their best bet because it’s safer.
When are you children
Going to have parents that accept their own role in the society their children pillage
Stop saying ‘those kids’ and become a valuable part of that village
When are your children
Going to stop dying for growing into the monsters you made them
The only answer is when you stop breeding them into bedlam
Where are your children?

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