The children of children by the time they’re half grown have habits like rabbits and young of their own
The children of children from their mamas laps hop down to the ground to be taken in traps
The children of children trapped by dark skins to stay in and play in a game no one wins
The children of children while still young and sweet are all damned and programmed for future defeat
The children of children are trapped by adults who fail them then jail them to hide the results
The children of children unable to cope with systems that twist them and rob them of hope
The children of children of sin and ashamed keep pairing and bearing and who do you blame
The children of children cry out every day – they beg you for rescue and what do you say?
Oscar Brown Jnr
