The children of the fatherless tribe awaken as babies to the touch of the mothers breast.
The love of the mother's heart.
and the pulse of the mother's heartbeat that gave life to a tribe that would one day become weak.
Weak without the Father's love that could raise a tribe of warriors and although that trait still runs deep
It's been missin'
missin' in action.
As the mother lays on her unfulfilled throne exhausted from giving her all, her vision of loosing her babies to those beastly pirates that invade through the gaps of unprotected love stabs through her heart...
and she bleeds a river of guilt and shame for she can do nothing
nothing but stand by the way side and and watch her tribe grow to rebel or be deceived..
letting false realities drive them to become animals
the young boys of the blazing sun become thieves
chasing money and living in greed
latching on to their bow and arrows helping the pirates to destroy the seeds that sprouted from dark soil and strong roots and...
the girls of the shining moon have become the daughters of the ignored and unseen.
The beauty has vanished leaving the girls of this tribe striving to be lavish
chasing gold and men like nobodies business
for she has lacked the love of man since the beginning of her first breathe.
The Blood
The sweat
the tears
all still linger in the air as it resonates through the veins of those of the fatherless tribe
the babies, boys and girls
young men and young women
that grow to be Kings and Queens
Gods and Goddesses
in A M N E S I A.
For they have not been taught because the mother has grown exhausted and the father is nowhere to be found...
the strong and divine ones that broke themselves out of mental bondage are now the warriors
slaying the wicked forces of the recessives mind body and soul.
Only the strong will survive....and even those of the fatherless tribe...
because the aggression and anger in the hearts of these warriors is limitless....
for the blood, sweat and tears of the mother is why we are fighting to one day have the love of the father.
and the pulse of the mother's heartbeat that gave life to a tribe that would one day become weak.
Weak without the Father's love that could raise a tribe of warriors and although that trait still runs deep
It's been missin'
missin' in action.
As the mother lays on her unfulfilled throne exhausted from giving her all, her vision of loosing her babies to those beastly pirates that invade through the gaps of unprotected love stabs through her heart...
and she bleeds a river of guilt and shame for she can do nothing
nothing but stand by the way side and and watch her tribe grow to rebel or be deceived..
letting false realities drive them to become animals
the young boys of the blazing sun become thieves
chasing money and living in greed
latching on to their bow and arrows helping the pirates to destroy the seeds that sprouted from dark soil and strong roots and...
the girls of the shining moon have become the daughters of the ignored and unseen.
The beauty has vanished leaving the girls of this tribe striving to be lavish
chasing gold and men like nobodies business
for she has lacked the love of man since the beginning of her first breathe.
The Blood
The sweat
the tears
all still linger in the air as it resonates through the veins of those of the fatherless tribe
the babies, boys and girls
young men and young women
that grow to be Kings and Queens
Gods and Goddesses
in A M N E S I A.
For they have not been taught because the mother has grown exhausted and the father is nowhere to be found...
the strong and divine ones that broke themselves out of mental bondage are now the warriors
slaying the wicked forces of the recessives mind body and soul.
Only the strong will survive....and even those of the fatherless tribe...
because the aggression and anger in the hearts of these warriors is limitless....
for the blood, sweat and tears of the mother is why we are fighting to one day have the love of the father.
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I like this poem. It makes a strong connection with reality. Most youth are unaware of this problem that lingers from one generation to the next.
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Cameron
Thank you!!
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