COLD, bitter winds and snows of December
Blood like a rose at the wounded knee massacre,
da calvary killin, unarmed children
Freedom buriedin mass graves
centuries later in the first grade pledgin allegence?
I cross my heart with innocence,
Respect what i'm taught, but think different.
So I read the Good Book and took a good look at society,
I read "Im afraid"in Ann Franks dairy,
Feelin uneducated by the system,I read more to learn wisdom.
Inspired by injustice,I Speak to teach with passion,
The roots to truth run deep,
And if you ant careful you'll drift with the lies,
and wash away with the oceans tide...
AIM
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