I look up through the cracks in the branches of the trees/
The light that shines through glorious as the sun beams/
The birds fly carefree i am captivated as I stare free/
Typically weary, but today I feel all clarity/
Charity/ They say it starts at home, home of the brave/
Thinking about my ancestors of greatness that paved the way/
Inspiration, dedication, meditation, mass creation/
Comes to my mind as I think of sacrifices, yet today/
A tainted nation, lost out of touch, the ill’s of society/
Race relations, no protection, data corrupted malnourished/
Poverty, concentrated in concrete jungles and streets/
All by design, discrimination in presentation of history/
They say if you don’t learn your history, your doomed to repeat it/
My question is if it’s tainted, then who is qualified to speak it?/
It’s an unsolved mystery, still looking up at the trees/
Evil within, question, will it somehow have victory?/
I beg to differ, but Christians, ask yourself honestly?/
What happened to the doctrine of “inasmuch as you do it unto the least of these?”/
God is consistent, so the problem is not with the maker but the made/
Fighting oppression is a sign of light fighting darkness in the shade/
As I sit back, still looking at the top of the trees/
And hear the birds sing, the wind blow, and curiosity/
I cautiously sink in my thoughts and so many lessons/
Remember you cant fight spiritual battles, with temporal weapons/
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