As The Karmic Wheels Turn
Little black girls and black boys lie in
a raunchy bed of destitution.
Procreation without emotional attachment,
spreading more than tantric juices.
The schools are being overrun by
young savages whose only ambition
is petty capitalism and hood rich dreams.
No more talk of becoming doctors and lawyers
but strippers, rap gods, video vixens, and NBA ballers.
We are being systematically pushed to the edge.
Nihil dreams of guns and violence fill
the minds of young black youth.
Our elders are too old to fight.
They are comfortable in their new roles and
have left the vanguard of social change
to become stooges to a culture that has
pacified their urges
for true freedom and equality.
As the karmic wheels turn,
I smoke deeply from my pipe,
mindful of the sufferings of Ham'a decadent children.
I am one of them you see.
I move uneasily in my chair and sit in
repose and disgust at this sad state of affairs.
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