Why? The Age Old Question
Chained by the ideology leading them away unwillingly
Held captive, set sail for the voyage of a lifetime
Generations died, millions gone, no lifelines
It’s our time
To be educated as well as motivated
To take a stand
Be on opposite lines, us against the command
Open eyes see the destruction
Open eyes leak of tears shed for the fallen
Open hands instead of clenched fists, non-violence
Open hearts spreading love, is this such a hard concept?
No it's simple
So why are we making things so difficult
Is it so hard to give up material things for the good of the
people?
The green should be burned not spent
Enlightenment
This will be the real Renaissance. We need a rebirth
Everything old will crumble, a new law unearthed
By the minds of the youth cause they are our future
We need to adopt the fallen instead of killing those cursed
By hasty couplings that show
No education equals no growth
All my teachers keep em’ heads up
I know you’re trying your best
Learning from example is key
Only when you emulate greatness
When that ship first set sail,
I could only imagine what they where thinking
Should I be angry at the foreign Whites who took me away
from my people?
Or maybe my anger redirected
To those who’s color matched my complexion
For they sought trade too
Why me and not you?
picture: http://blog.caat.org.uk/2011/04/21/the-abolition-of-slavery-in-arms/
