I Weep Some Buckets of Tears

Here comes an opportunity to make our tension seep But for those who have made their stomach and future cheap I weep some buckets of tears in my silence camp Over the ignorance that may likely despoil the effort to revamp The solution to our menaces has shown itself easy What the old school of thinking has made uneasy The range of concepts the umbrella couldn't cover And the debris field of collapse their brooms swept under cover I weep some buckets of tears in my silence camp Cos the youths that should follow suit to newvamp Are playing dumb with their contrary disposition Cos they've forgotten the history of their oppression Opportunity comes in a mine of information It's taken with a hardline of concentration Opportunity doesn't come every year Like the election that is coming next year So, let the drones that follow these old schools for their lust Know that this is an opportunity that mustn't be lost How do we tell those in the rural community That the most capable hand is not determined by popularity?