Out of the Ashes

by MidnightTrain41

September 13, 2015

Poverty

The suffering of the less fortunate is unfortunate

As crime rises, poverty regains life

And cities become torn apart because people won’t receive a change of heart

Young brothers killing each other in the streets over games that shouldn’t be played

Gunshots ringing in the night

Because two former friends decided to fight

The girl next door come home pregnant because daddy ain’t there

And if he there, he decides to be stagnant

The education system falls to corruption because the kids have no type of motivation

They decided to drown the teacher out and not listen

But they’ll put on them headphones and take a listen

Orphans walking the streets alone

Is no one caring enough to take one home?

Because an orphan don’t need a house

An orphan needs a home

Who else in this world has a heart?

Who else in this world has a reason to sit back, kick back, and do nothing?

I’m tired of hearing friends say “I passed.”

No you didn’t

You only did enough to get by

What’s wrong with young kids being afraid to fly?

They should really be afraid to die

Die from getting shot in the streets

Die from unprotected sex because you were too horny to put your damn hormones to rest

Die from suicide because your girl said she pregnant with twins

Die from overdose because you listened to some dealers who baited you into the game

Die from alcoholism and bankruptcy because you couldn’t handle all the fortune and the fame

Why can’t you seem to understand the danger of the things your parents try to save you from?

They try to save you from the poverty

Spare you the tragedy, pain, and agony

And save you from a life that’s dirt-poor and raggedy

A life where you turn to slinging the white for money

A life where death will send you new life

A life where chaos equals crisis and there's no control in the crisis

A life where you live a zoo filled with humans in orange jumpsuits

Is that what you want?

Is that who you are deep on the inside?

Is that the life that you want for your kids?

Generations of x and Y chromosomes sent to waste and cursed in your name

Because you made the wrong choice

You left your girl to fend for the baby and herself

You killed your brother out of jealousy like your name was Cain

You cut yourself because you thought your parents gave up on you like an old book on a shelf

You thought you meant nothing to anyone so you caused the people around you pain

Look at the world that we live in

Murderers

Thieves

Power-hungry tyrants

Its already enough pain in the world as is

All you have to do is get up and heal it by doing what's right

By leading people to destiny and not destruction

By helping people through depression and not damn them for their transgressions

By telling people about God and not sending them to Satan's Gates

Make a name for yourself

Whatever your situation is, overcome it

Rise up out of the ashes and overcome the odds

Emerge from the smoke and flames and be who you were born to be

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