I weep tears of the forlorn,
For the scores of unborn.
Children brought into this world of oppression.
I pray the day will come,
The earth won’t be ruled by scum.
So we’ll never repeat this awful lesson.
We need to put down the guns,
educate our daughters and sons.
So they won’t lie where their ancestors are resting.
The only way we’ll succeed,
Is if brotha’s and sista’s start to read.
Seeing knowledge as a gift and a blessing.