I realised I couldn't make change,
So I stopped trying to make it,
Now I walk past outstretched hands,
Born to make mistakes.
To take the time to discover the world before we lived in today,
That exists before us,
There so much more,
But have those ancestors ever mattered less.
The history lesson
Feels like detention,
People careless now than they ever did before
And that's no metaphor,
For peace or freedom,
Emancipated in the dawn of mind
But will my generation make more change than the one before.
We heard Cassius clay,
Make that change - from his slave name to rounding an army -
Followers Muhammad Ali.
We heard Malcolm X,
Make that change,
People looking at him strange when he took aim at the oppressors.
We heard Marcus Garvey,
Make that change,
Force thoughts through a better day,
To escape that pain.
We all heard Snowden,
Make that change,
Expose the corrupt,
But he's the one they want to put it in to chains.
We heard Bob Marley,
Trying making that change,
Emancipate from mental slavery,
Of the mistakes our ancestors made.
Now it's time for you and I,
To make that change,
Follow in the footsteps that were left to guide the way.
I never normally write like this but it's a random one - not something I rate but the sentiment I hold in high regard