what would you change scholarship

April 11, 2014

Have you even wondered why the world is full of corruption and sin,

Why man and woman judge by their gender or the colour of their skin.

And If no one two people are alike or share a common interest

They have to be insane or embodied by the demons they possessed.

Who came up with such an idea that one is lame

They walk funny and talk funny so we condem them strange.

I picture a world where God is in complete control

Where no need for fear for black males in police patrols.

Life is lighter, much less of a struggle,

Parents (unable to bear children) to orphans they can cuddle,

The air is full of life that it hasn't felt in years,

Tip your hats to the sober man that took a stand to drugs and beer

The birds sing along to the blind man's song

Fellas that get give money and right wrongs

And for the first time in a long time the world is given a second chance

Shady acres and frost meadows are the poor man's advance.

These moments in which we're kinder and gentler to one another

To treat us equal and to stand up to the hand of big brother

Always watching you, lerking, and invading your privacy

Then having the nerve, with head held high, call this democracy.

Do it for the soldiers that have fallen for the sake of our safety

The parents maybe relative that passed away lately

Do it for the children following artist lead by the pill

Dead of narcotics, gang violence, before theirs and prayer had time to heal

Pour one fah thah homie shot up by these sick moe foes

And toast to our mothers, daughters, sisters we so quick to call hoes

For Harriet, Surgenor, Rosa, and Dr. King

For air worth breathing,

Life worth living,

Sites worth seeing,

The Hispanic stereotypes in difficulty trying to be US.

Even the Jewish that endured the cruelty their ancestors gave Jesus.

A perfect world without sin is too much to ask

We are wrong in many ways but stones are being casted

If it were, I could relive the unnecessary norms

This is God's world, our world gets swallowed by the storms.

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