Survival In the Midst of Ignorance

My prayers are not asking you to save me from my enemy. My children have turned their backs. They praise dance with many Adversaries- When they need be refuking, protesting and rebuking. Among-st those who fight against me- be my offspring. I fear not the man who I already know to be the beast While my eyes follow my historical foe: Those created in my womb,go behind my back sign treaties with known enemies Chiding our valuable place in history. They do not want to know how they got here- They do not care.The nature of the beast consumes them. Eyes full of temptations we kept their butts covered, and gave them what we could never have. Instead of gratitude they give us latitude we cannot reach them. They love the enemy, like a favorite pet- Stroking the dog and biting the hand that feeds them wisdom. We walked miles with no shoes - Prayed for our families- Now our families-prey on us With every thing handed to them through the struggle; Our children render our efforts useless and in vain. Vanity be thou sanity Consuming life from the top shelves in cafe's... Thinking non -sober thoughts- Who knows why we now be despise. Deaf are their ears when they hear our names; Holding us accountable, For the shame. Never ready for the change. My prayer now is; God save me from my people: The joy that settled in my accomplishments is now unsettled disappointment, disturbing ! They want to have their cake crumbs and eat them too. Save us from the disgrace of how they discount all we've sacrificed - We made it through and we have shown our strength against all odds How now they praise- dance with the enemy They drink no more from separate fountains Never sat in the balcony- never knew the colored section; Never stood on buses. Those of us who never found a soft place to land in the concrete jungles; have lined your bottoms with cushion's from the sacrifices and suffering we endured. Watching you again discount us as you leave us to the ridicule of your own judgment. As you praise dance with those who aspire to see your detriment. Never before have so many brave elders have had to watch their own children rob them of their glory and dignity. Even an imbecilic knows when he's better off. That's the sad difference between an slow learner and a fool. A fool never cares nor takes responsibility.. The slow learner finally learns. And is delighted to be enlightened. Where the fool continues to waddle blissfully in his own ignorance - Resenting all who shed light on the error of his ways.... Those who have his best interest - Become his stumbling block. Difficult now for them to blame others; With bright lights shining on stupidity-- We give them proof- blinded and overwhelmed by the truth-they are not interested our story Never realizing that while their stubborn heads were buried-in the sand. We still have to stand-- guard over their protruding azzes Until my children have learned where they fit in on earth, and what they are truly worth they will continue " Praise- Dancing" with the enemies They will continue to be as eaglet's flapping around the yard , clucking with the chickens... never soaring-never getting off the ground Bewildered by our "diminutive etymology": The Elders and The Ancestors; We look dumbfounded,and mutter.... "Where did we go Wrong" ?