If the children will inherit this world then why are you killing it.
Why has it become the killing fields instead of the field of dreams
If as you say the meek shall inherit this earth then why disrespect it
Explain the fashionable paradox of selling dead planets to the living
while we are still using the living land to bury the dead.

Tell me its crazy to think this way but until shown another
then you know nothing more than the books you’ve read
of recorded pages of the fruitless, aimless prayers you’ve said
trying to tell me there is a God above no need to worry my head
blind men curse your blindness to earth’s beauty your destructive spree
bent on spending your earthly time killing everything from land to sea

This world belongs to our children, why do we bleed it,
strip it of his clothing drill holes in its shielding steal away its meaning
build false promises of saving carbon emissions now packaged for a profit
Carbon permissions, stolen from those not using it, sold to those abusing it,
all calculated by those who will never live the time required to fix it,
still broken along with the promises made to our mothers and fathers
when they once were children asking their mothers and fathers,
why are they killing it.

Today we heard of an integrated prom it made headline news
from the place of plenty the land of Martin Luther king’s views
We stand and cheer for what would appear to be a grand affair
And then it occurs to me no longer are we living in 1883
so why am I so happy I could cry, why do I feel the need still to be free

While one hand kills my destiny the other hides my past from me\
If this land is to be for the children then why don’t we just let them be
Stop corrupting them with your past ways of suggesting to them
how to live free only they’ll have to do so in their own Urban geography
fear me cause you don’t know me so you provoke me all through history
inventing reasons for hating, no dating awaiting your promised faith healing
distracting me from attracting my education preventing my personalization

When all they are asking from me is a chance to see the other side of me,
to share with me, eat with me, smile with me for another day comes
knowing soon they will die only to be buried in a segregated plot from me
Stop the madness of your past distress your pointless life long protest
for if you continue to kill that which was promised then we will fulfill
that which you have longed feared, your eternal never ending nightmare
integration for the purpose of seeing your choice of face disappear.

@Anthony2013mdh30Vibes

Choose Living Over Existing(CLOE)Gender Free Writer(GFW), MartialArts-Auth"The Spirit That Guides Us" "Noir AM""The Lottery" https://twitter.com/dropoutgorgeous

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