Feeding the Minds of Starving Americana

Was it a curse to offer knowledge of innovation? Satisfaction of findings rest with a dying nation? If I could write a letter Let it address our intellect Transference of energies Brain blasts in retrospect Our fingers in our throats On word vomit we choke This nation shall die! A chronic incorrigible type sick Lest our minds we feed and our thoughts be enriched Our vision go blurry and recollection recurs that together our blood runs thick Because nowadays misfortune isn't Hispanic, White, or Black But the inability to know fiction from fact Add and subtract that There are more arrays of colors than rich white and poor black Let inequality be not the answer, nor pose the viable questions Let love teach valuable lessons Let not injustice impede the innovations of means to succeed