This is just a poem... It can’t unite the home Bring back the brother Bring back the sister Bring back the father or the mother Or any other who fostered care Dared to dry tears that cry Or fill up candlelit sky until every wax side runs dry It can’t cheat death Or give black a last breath This is just a poem It can’t cure cancer Or heart disease Or sickle Cell Or HIV Or AIDS It can’t save the children Who gave there lives For driveby gunplay But for real Or remind us that Our children are still starving Our children are still being born addicted Sexually used Physically, mentally, educationally abused Our children are still missing And I believe wishing and praying to simply be loved…. But this is just a poem It can’t right the wrongs Of forefathers songs It was not written to fantasize About how **** good it is to be alive See, that would be a Lie! Besides, this is just a poem It is not to preach about how revolution Has become my ally cry It wasn’t written to lift high my cultural heritage Yeah, I got some Black Pride How good it is to be Black again After being African American After being negro or ****** or enslaved Or make me debate over who’s wrong Or who’s right Or how tight this gonna sound on somebody's mic….. This is just a poem… It was not written to honor the lives lost In a world trade For we can’t ignore war costs And Bush brigades Have paved a way to ponder on this destructive state What has become of our nation From political prostitution To the rhetoric pollution On our media stations This is just a poem It can’t make you Light candles for each day For the sons and daughters Who lay in eternal sleep It can’t make you dry the tears cried From the families eyes who still weep Mourning life so young Already done before a lifetime How can you define what God knows How the fallen soul does hurt so It can’t March for what is right It can’t fight off what is wrong It can’t stand Holding hands strong Enough to challenge City Halls Protest against White Houses Demonstrate no tolerance on our Community streets It can’t meet the demands Of Yellow Blue Purple Pink Red Strands Of ribbons Tied bow tight Lest we might lose another souldier In this war we fight against each other Nation against nation… Brother against brother… This is just a poem… It can’t change the world Rid violence, drugs, death from or streets It can’t end hunger It can’t destroy greed It can’t heal the injustices It can’t take away grief It can’t erase prejudice It can’t give you peace It can’t heal the hurt from the past So we can move on…. Strong It can’t make you the man or woman Who practices what you preach Make you colorblind Remove racial slurs from your speech It can’t over turn budget cuts Or tear down prison walls To build schools that will empower our children Decrease the number housed in juvenile halls Because this is just a poem And poems are just words Hearing them spoken May be evoking a first or last nerve And poems are just written words that sit People decide what ever the cause What to do about it So, I ask all of y’all This is just a poem And it’s doing what it does And I believe in children’s wishes So, I’m praying simply for us to learn to love… This is just a poem I wrote it To set a tone It’s done all It was created too The bigger question Exactly, is what are you going to do? Now…. Or is this just a poem?