A Town Hall Agenda
Think about this
That this globe may soon provide
For eight billion people
And yet has struggled like a tide
To find some shore arable
Enough to unsalt a trees root.
Over all the years
When we were but millions, truth
Was we lived on edge of fears
That we would starve to death
Unless obey the mandate of some
Who consumed all without regret.
I was never so dumb.
Forget about government reserves
Forget about those with millions still
Who else get what each deserves
Why the sudden presence of your bill
And these new phenomena we agree
To, wanting to a part of our own death
We identify with civilize misery
And see not how the sun's about to set
This world already has numbers
That puzzle me. For among us
Are 1,210, people that garners
$4.5 trillion from the poor and dust
And when I do the divide, please
Use 8 billion as your denominator
I use the poor, suffering and diseased
And hope you see the surprising answer
That if our distribution was just, and
Work was fairly compensated, life
Would be much better, crime in the land
Would be just pathological; wars, strife
Would be inexplicable, for everyone
Would be a millionaire, and the strange
Laws of supply and demand, for fun
Would be demised. I believe in change
That doubt ev everything I am told
To believe - these invented theories
That hold no explanation as to why gold
No longer edge our burden economies.
I am trying to tell you think, do not
Yield yourself and children to the lie
I will not die for greed nor an old despot
Flicking his fangs to charm my eye.
God has made enough for all, do not
Believe anything but your will to choose
Faith has long shown you a better lot
Than this rubbish heap of lies and blues.
Because we afraid our children will be born
Because they are afraid our children will be many
We keep postponing our liberation morn
We see suffering where there is plenty
And we starve our land of children, and we ignore
The numberless multitude on the sea of glass
Our passion are nets hanging ont the shore
Our loneliness and suffering never will pass.
Will demigogs of war fight China or India
Will they ask them how have you fed so many
When we starved your economy? Africa
This is only the forgotten edge of history.
Shall we rise one day and divide the loot
Equally? You it is this fear why they fund
Birth control and the misnomer of truth
Called family planning, I am always stunned
At the way they are kind to disempower us
That is why only in God will I ever trust
When my woman comes into my arm again
When my body convulse like clouds with rain.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2012
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