The Black Boys

Shrapnel of trouble fly allover their lives And they are running out of places to hide But unshaken is their courage and strength The momentum of their zeal to fight on is just increasing For the only reason darkness exists is because there is light somewhere Instability is a common plague And their past is only a thorn That has struck between their paths to the future Everything has lost sense and meaning And in a jinx all will lose Hope for revival has been blurred The revival for unaltered freedom That seems sweet yet so bitter Sweet to live with it and bitter to achieve Undermining the remaining zeal The touch of reality feels useless Because the harsh pang of selfishness has had enough of them And they seem lost in the maze of understanding Because the matrix of life only manifests When they least expect it.