there is no choice
what these people see–
will soon grow up to be me
i have no voice

up against the wall
just a child, it is a game
right now there is no shame
this game of duty’s call

but they all yell in my ear
“you’ll be like the rest of ‘em!”
till their face near
I reach the stem

i have no future
no chance to take
all is secure
i think in a wake

i am a black boy
and I always will be
with a gun as my toy
this is my future see,
(at least, it’s what they tell me)

i will be violent
i will fight in the war
i must be silent
to keep the score

my future is locked
no chance of change
i am just part of the flock
inside of the cage


a.g.