Plenty of Blame
I was out for a walk one day when I spotted an old man
He was kneeling on one knee writing something in the sand.
As I walked, I moved closer so that I could see.
He looked up with tears in his eyes and then he said to me.
Where is the dream spoke long ago that Martin used to say?
I saw a white man kill a black boy right here the other day.
What he said on TV was a lie, the boy was unarmed cause I saw.
The badge should and must be respected, no one is above the law.
Two weeks ago, on this same corner a young man was shot dead.
This time the shooter was black the man shot man in the head.
A woman came blaming others for the killing of her son.
Not taking blame for teaching him not to carry a gun.
The bad white cop and the black shooter, both victims of early years.
When they were just a little Tot they were taught to hurt and fear.
To the woman doing the blaming. Babies comes with empty minds.
It is Bad parenting examples that can cause a life of crime.
Scientist say the baby’s brain at birth begins to record.
We must get involved early, lazy parenting we can’t afford.
They say we have the first seven years to implement a positive plan.
What we do or do not do, will determine the type of man.
Well old man I have to go, why are you here today?
Because the church got their mind on money, so I came to pray.
Copyright © Kenneth Samples | Year Posted 2019
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