What promise of life is thier. <br />When we sometime open our eye's to death. <br />Fragile is a child living to grow among poverty. <br />I know thier hope is nothing more than a day. <br />Tommorrow is a blessing if you ask me. <br />This is my opinion to cross examine and move the minds, eye's <br />of some that don't see. <br /> Life is balance by the pregnancy rate which is up. <br />War is still an asset that can't be unbind. <br />Either we die on the streets or the battlefield seem <br />impossible to find peace. <br />The infant of our young mother are being disregard. <br />When adoption is the only option. <br />Still they suffer from the love of not being blood. <br />Let it be, some say but I can't stand here and let the <br />world destroy itself. <br />You can hold me in contempt for my words are vital <br />to the futrure of our children. <br />Life needs change. <br />In such as spiritual women and men of the brave. <br />To lead our children from being born to walk <br />to the grave.<br /><br />Curtis Mosby<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/born-to-walk-to-the-grave/
