Bondage
Why does it seem that all my brothers
Cant escape just what the others
Scandalize just for a profit
Vandalize like they cant stop it...
Infiltrating all our schooling
Techs and nines will make a ruling
At the hands of someone younger
When innocence can’t feed their hunger...
The newscaster on the telly
Will dress it up like mackavelli
Unanswered questions for a rating
Back at 10 deliberating...
Acting like we lost a hold
Of dreams that martin Luther told
We’re letting down the ones before us
Still riding in the back of the bus...
How did we lose sight of what thee
Fruit has sacrificed for the tree
If we don’t get it all together
We cannot predict the weather...
Then the storm will be upon us
Laughing at the ones that bore us
Dragging many chains behind them
With our names inscribed inside them...
Copyright © Terry Ledwell | Year Posted 2007
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