Change of Times

Once flowed a river of clear waters.
Now flow a river of distained waters.
The river once filled with honor
Now the river is filled with disgrace
One may say the change of times.

Those great leaders of yesterday taught love of those rivers.
Great stories from many who traveled; they left countless fond memories.
Traditionally, they were carried from one generation to the next.
But now, those fond memories are gone
One may say the change of times.

Those great leaders once taught respect for these rivers.
Now, those words of wisdom are words of the past.
The bloodline now flows with pollutants.
Now cut off from our seeds, they’re lost to the pirates of pride
One may say the change of times.

Now the pirates of these rivers cultivate our future seeds with greed and disease
They teach our children nothing of valor in having true “respect of life”.
The river of life only flows clearly with love of thy neighbor.
Today, the bloodline is egocentric, “me, myself, and I”.
One may say the change of times.

We have become immune to the blood shed of children.
Children’s gods have become idols of darkness.
Children are now seen with “bling- bling” beyond their years.
Their dangling jewels, fancy cars, I-Pods, and credit cards
One may say the change of times.

Now the pirates of these rivers cultivate our future seeds with sex and neglect
We have become immune to males’ oversized pants; and females’ skin tight pants “Where the moon doesn’t shine”…. our youth advertise the “cracks of their behinds
Our children are raising children; no longer a “big momma in the house”
One may say the change of times.

We have become immune to gang banger’s initiations to steal our young.
Children’s tongues cut like blades their mouths spew like the filth discharged in sewers
Our children are learning to sale their souls by the trade of evil.
Children kill for money and become enslaved by blood money.
One may say the change of times.

Once flowed a river of clear waters.
Now flow a river of distained waters
Now river of life is plagued with ghosts….the lost souls of innocents
The ghost of children crying for their lost souls, wandering aimlessly in darkness
One may say the change of times.