History

History is that token word We pass between our lips, And the reason why its so absurd Its heard by those it missed ... All other immigrant's can trace Their roots beyond our shore, But color seems to state a case That's painful to endure... By generation's loosing touch Of how it should have been, As young adults become the crutch Of now as they pretend... That theres a new beginning Hence the past is way behind, But their ignorance is forgetting That its yesterday in mine... How can " We The People" Stand for something that its not, When the ones who feel unequal Know its people had been brought... WWW.WhiteLionPoetry.com