I believed in the word THE YOUNG SHALL GROW
The young ones around me have been exterminated,
When will they now grow is the question I have been asking
When will they propound all of their stolen dreams
My little children have been murdered
In the name of what they know not
The ones
Who are yet to discern the right from wrong
The death of my supposed tomorrow leaders
Has now turned into a thing where the mass media gets most of her attention from
I wish I was among the past generation
Maybe I could help in making things
Which they forgot to make
In making
This generation of mine has been worrisome
Daily and nocturnally troublesome
Kids sent to school registered for their early graves
Not just one, but 43 of them
I wish they just have a heart
I wish they just have a mind
I wish they could make use of their conscious heart
In carrying out some of their unconscious actions
I wish to apply oil to their rigid thoughts
I wish I could just see them
Spit on their faces
I wish the voice in my terrified heart could be heard
But it’s now too late for me to get those things done
What a stain to the world of humanity
I wish the heart of their parents will be strong enough
In beholding this huge rough
Hmm,
The death of the innocent ones
Our future leaders
Our next generation
The hope of our tomorrow
Been massacred
Humanity
I hail thee
