We under estimate, we don't understand, that's not of God's plan. We take them for granted,that they'll learn on there own, why shouldn't they if nothing is right at home. We don't have time, we think everything is alright, they don't ask about life, why would they if we are not willing to take sight. We go about our business, day to day, know wonder our children turn out this way. They are disrespectful to other adult beings and they don't care about there demise,this shouldn't be a surprise because of there up bringing. They are killers also, killing there peers, why make a fuss now, this has been going on for years. Why make a fuss now, it is very clear to me it's not about the black kid who will kill one, two maybe, and at the most three. Why make a fuss, it's so obvious to see, it is the white man's son who is on the killing spree. It should not matter if the killing is one, two, three or a spree, let this be a lesson to every parent out there, the children are starving for love, attention,and wisdom which can not be learned on the streets. Next time it could be your son, her daughter, my child, who is involved or a part of the next shooting spree, we can stop this nonsense if we just open our hearts and our eyes to see. Poem by Dmac
Reason for writing:
To many children and young adults are killing each other, parents need to open their eyes and pay attention to what the children are doing right in front of them.
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