Ask
Ask is not strong
Given is not thinking
Given so you are weak
Strength without falling
Handouts with earnings
Oh I have gotten
Too Late
Thank you for not thinking
That is the result of a non thinker
Blind to thoughts
Blankets without knowledge
Sheets half way off
Cold and not warm
Assuming not knowing
Working a word of deception
Give me Give me
Lost in the cause of the baton
Was not pick up
But lay there
No one pick the baton up
From the cradled
Of this generation
Nor the cradle of the Generation to come
But there is hope
Beneath the shadow of a doubt
Run Run
Somebody pick up the Baton
NOW
Francine King
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