Here & Now
Here and now I walk through the tunnel in the village where the children are raising the adults, rather than exult in the beauty that is life, our people make the same mistakes in hopes of different results. We don't consult politicians with our ideas we give them ammunition to banish us, damage us and call us names that make our ancestors cry from rage, further enslaving us through poverty, economically breaking us down, coercing us spitefully as we jig like a clown. Force-feeding us lies about their hopes for our communities yet they don't spend enough time in it to reflect; can't connect with the generations because our children lack social intellect. I expect to be heard whenever I have an issue, keep your tissue doctor, this session has come to an end. We can no longer pretend to be blind to the demise of our confused youth. The truth lies in the eyes of the beholder and then we turn a cold shoulder to the generational deprivation standing before us. Were we not once a...