What’s Left?

As a child I believed the lies,

When they told me my future was mine.

What I did was for me to decide,

But being a fool I missed the signs.

I struggled to follow the rules,

Crossed the t's, dotted the i's;

My reward?

"would you like fries"?

Our grand dreams of childhood,

Are fizzling cinders and smoke.

We did as they said we should,

And finally were let in on the joke.

They knew what was coming,

But hid the scars of their yokes.

Our reality?

Double your salary slingin' dope.

How can we ever thank them,

For shackling us in these

chains?

Shall we present them a diadem,

As we're allowed to dig our early graves?

For complexion and education

No longer and distinguish the slave.

What now?

Pick a god and hope we're saved?

We cannot change the past,

Amnesty won't alter the future,

The current condition cannot last.

These wounds cannot be sutured.

What we choose must be as one,

Our collective voice, too long muted.

Our choices?

Revolt, or remain passively neutered.