I’ve already explained the pain in an orphan’s eyes <br />But I’ve yet to touch on how to explain color to a kid born blind <br />I’m beyond my time but this was already expressed in my old mind <br />Created a new train a thought, where kids don’t starve for thoughts <br />Where there able to eat chicken with broth, and able to obtain cloth <br />Dreams no longer need to be contained, need to be sustained <br />Inside and out of my brain, where people can help extinguish this pain <br /> <br />I’ve already expressed how the pen is in my soul <br />But I’ve yet to explain how to put books in that bowl <br />Instead of ill beliefs some cult leaders preach to fleets <br />They teach hate for God sakes why go that route <br />Instead we need to treat others like family, like our spouse <br />We need to age everyday from head to toe <br />We need to be determine to reach our goals <br />To speak through love to our foes so we can grow <br />Shall nobody starve and be naked spiritually, we’ll give clothes <br />No longer be gassed by the fumes in the kitchen, those hot stoves <br />Let them cool the flame with floetry, that easy going poetry <br />The things that let the stove bleed, change the climate to grow trees <br />No longer oppressed by another race, crying because I can’t control my pace <br /> <br />Heart still racing because bullets are still chasing kids <br />Wish bullets could feel so they could stop and sit <br />I guess in order to obtain ultimate peace in the ghetto <br />I have to be Neo from the matrix and stop that metal <br />Put my body in front of the spray of bullet to save kids <br />Direct the guns and the bullets to dig in the pavement <br /> <br />After that I don’t know if I have a ratchet, a book, and a bible to climb with <br />Our race may be broken, sad to say it but it may be beyond able to even fix<br /><br />Leland Wright<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poetry-in-motion-ii/
