The Blame.
I see all around poverty and dispair.
it's not just for the poor it's everywhere.
Drugs and alcohol and aburse,
it's everyone's problem, there is no excuse.
we teach our children to have no respect,
then cry fowl when all things go to heck.
the young ones die, and the old ones cry.
we just sit around and ask ourselfs why.
we all know who's there is to blame.
we can not blame anyone else for our shame.
our young has given up the fight.
they really don't care for their life.
all they know is, they all want more.
and they are looking to even the score.
so let's just take back our life.
and try to teach our youth what's right.
let us try to teach them,
how to love one another,
and how to take a stand,
and not fight and hate each other.
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