Brought into this world without their consent,
Choiceless, they accept our American, British or African accent,
But good grooming at present would make chaos tomorrow, absent,
The custodians of our future, as we pass out, us, they shall represent.
Seeds of the future, but today, where do we plant them?
Daily, what do we sing to them, what is that anthem?
Cause, like a blank page they are, we are the artists,
Do we give them attention, do we put their souls at ease?
Products of parental conflict or abuse,
Daily, between starvation and theft, so have had to choose,
Sex slavery and racial discrimination, some have endured,
Poor education and infact marriage, their parents have ensured.
Like the love between superman and Lex Luthor,
Hate and bitterness, they've drank to stupor,
What have we programmed them to be, what have we stood for?
Where have we sown the seeds of our future?
Vee📓✍️
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