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