We, The Meek

Updated: May 22, 2019


Of course

It always comes in the form

of the meek

or children


Truth is known

Truth is felt;

It has not been told


To wonder

The children take in their senses

To make sense of

The illusion, illustrating

Our storybook of life


Lusting for recognition

This generation looks for wealth

Health, in the worst condition


Toying with guns, ammunition

Young boys

Trapped in their minds

Rob in stealth


Storybook painted in crime

Senses, poisoned his mind

These curtains

Wont pull back in time


Truth always came to him

When his eyes were closed

Brother, sister, mother

Arms linked in love

Behind each other


Now,

they're crying

Thinking about seeing him dying

in jail

Raised and walked through hell


They could never see through his eyes

Mother tried to tell him

His bloodline was Great

But in his veins

All he felt there was hate


Replace that with love

Your guidance doesn't come from above

It comes from within


Everyone here is living in sin

The change we need

Is in our flow

In love, we'll grow prosperous

Leave behind the lies told to us


We, the meek

Will rise out of poverty

To take back

Our land you seek.



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