2 Blind 2 See...

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The Lost Poems

What's up with all the school shootings'?

Strange days have been upon us, troubled
spirits, corruptive
minds', they find the
answers' with a chrome forty-four.



Dispensing anger through the barrel of a gun.
This doesn't
Seem like fun. Theres no
in the homes' so they seek
for fifteen
minutes of fame.



On top of sugarhill two young bucks scope
out their prey.

One by one they claim their victims. Bull's eye!!

Ten and twelve too young too drive,
not old enough to pull the
trigger.



Two young boys' needed dicipline, love and care.
Now their
being sentenced to life without parole.
One is fifteen, says
he's innocent, the other is
eighteen, a shattered jaw can't say much, only nods.



A paid liar might get you by, just ask O.J., I'll bet he'll

laugh. (innocent souls perish, bullets' with no name
through
them) If this is the new generation to be,
I'm afraid to bring
a child into this world, I'll rather
die alone with no worries
then to start a family
and lose a son or daughter at school.



"There is no safe place anymore, not even home".



If education is our higher learning, Why are this stray
cats
yearning to be heard? Teacher's pay attention
to your students
if you want them to become prudent.
Theres a message in their
speech and actions.
They want to learn more than education,
some want to
learn more about themselves, but no one is there to listen...
no one was there to listen to me....



(aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)



Meth in me, enough of me, I'll be that shiver down your spine.

Make them quiver when I'm inside, where's my Smith&Wesson

so I can realize this rage inside, erase you like an error.



Get out of face, I'll lace and trace these joints' with no

innocence, what else is new??

World plagues, famine, disease, the slaughter of breeds

(Mad Cow disease). Earthquakes around the world, nature is

Telling us, "be prepared for the BIG ONE...soon".



This world is coming to an end and is starting in our homes.

Family values are worthless, don't pretend is a fresh start,

Mock my words, criticize my style, deep inside your living in

Denial.



The holy wars are about to begin, battles in the middle east

Will rise, nations' will fall, sounds to me like W.W.III,

Are you ready? or are you too blind too see.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

"wipe the cull of your eyes"

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