Question Marks
I am a child of this broken generation.
An era where the leaders are the main concentration focused upon all of these
negative allegations.
I speak on behalf of the youth of our nation when I say that we the people, are the
on creation.
The one race that's the continuous face of the repetitive disgrace the keeps building
on the path of destruction.
The path of corruption fueled by child abduction, negative seduction, poverty, greed,
complete chaos.
A world where the desperate bleed.
A famous man said he had a dream.
Made the biggest change the world has ever seen.
And how do we repay?
We were supposed to be heading a good way.
Why has the world become so dark?
Why have we as the people become the dot under a question mark.
I just want to know, why?
Everywhere, everyday, every other hour,
we question such things as the beauty of a flower.
Why do issues in life try to keep us in the dark?
I ask, can we have a new start?
Or do we continue living in this world full of terror, hatred, preparing for a cataclysm
that we created.
Where is the love? Why is there hate?
Going at this rate, do you think its too late?
Can we make a change that will range from one age to the next?
A change that will correct hundreds of years of disrespect?
Look at life from a different aspect.
But I just want to know, how?
How were kept in the dark.
Stuck inside our mind is the power of a question mark.
Listen: I rate this "R" for Real.
Real for people who have no meals.
Real for people who can't see clear.
Real for those who are no longer here.
Listen to the real that's in this art.
Give this praise, hope for those in the dark.
May this become the spark that saves us from this world ran by question marks.
Copyright © Francisco Martinez | Year Posted 2011
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