The Gift

For the past decades of years
I've been searching for answer to some questions
That grabs my fears
Have come to understand
many are our beloved heroes
That travels miles for these same answers
I seek today but only to come back
And put us in tears.

Poverty continue to strangle us in fears.
But I see my young men
Comfortably growing pains on their face
Thinking is beards.
When they choose to ignore the gift of the land.
Since that might cause damaging to the melanin
But endorse other things that might end up
Killing the melanin
Forgetting this melanin is power, authority and work
Speed, creativity, wisdom and strength.

But we set, to search for solutions
At where problems are sold.
And continue to fail
Because of our failure to know,
Until we are old.
Hw can you have in you possession
Fertile Lands, Oil, iron, bauxite, diamond, Gold.
And still be struggling to bold.

Our Fathers could make paths right
Don't know why humans
Are still flabagastered as to how far we can go.
My Youths should start being being assertive
Stop all kinds of addiction and be additive
Tune low the volume of immorality
And be productive.
For our kind of poverty is as result
Of low or lack of productivity, positivity
And Reliability.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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