Sons & Daughters. (Poem)

Our sons and daughters…
Our sons and daughters are crying…
Our sons and daughters are crying over and over but their cries fall upon deaf ears that can hear but chose not to listen.

We keep thinking "that would never happen to my baby."
But your baby girl will modify into a
child will change into a
young lady who can transform into a
woman some day
turning tricks and selling her love for dollars to strangers
who pick pieces of her soul every time they touch her body.
I want to shake her and tell her to NOT BE CONFORMED TO THE PATTERNS OF THIS WORLD, BUT BE TRANSFORMED BY THE RENEWING OF YOUR MIND.

You keep thinking; “That would never happen to my baby.”
But your baby boy will adjust to a
child will fine-tune himself into a
young chap who can develop into a
grown man some day
who screams out obscenities and calls all women by their first name…
“Ayo Shawty!!!”

They are little boys
trapped in a grown man’s body
equipped with the intellect of an animal
while their penis points to pussy cats that purr,
their mentality can not recognize what genuine LOVE is…

so I hope these are not your sons or daughters…

We could speak all the languages of the world,
we could understand all of God’s secret plans,
we could possess all knowledge of the earth,
but if we don’t love each other…
we gain nothing.

So I choose to be the Ambassador of Christ.
I will represent the Kingdom of God and stand proudly as His Diplomat.
I will work as his public servant touching the ears and seeping into the hearts of people.
I will be the vessel who will heal the people who are;
equipped with the intellect of an animal.
I will use the words of my Father to restore;
strangers who pick pieces of people souls.

Because that could be my son or daughter whose mind is weak
or whose soul is picked
or whose voice screams obscenities
or whose mentality can not recognize genuine LOVE

Because a child will do childish things,
but when he grows up he should put those childish things away and be the
man who will raise the
son who will grow to be a
man who will love
my daughter who will know what genuine love is
because she watched how I loved her mother.

Her mother was dressed with strength and dignity,
and she could laugh without fear of the future,
and when she spoke her words were wise, and she gave advice with kindness.
She watched everything in the household and experienced nothing from laziness.
Her children stood and blessed her.
And I praised her.

But now our sons and daughters symbolize numbers
and numbers signify statistics
and statistics embody the ugly truth,

And now our sons and daughters correspond to 1.3 million children
who have been homeless for a significant period of time.

Over 16,000 of our sons and daughters stay in shelters in major cities all over the United States every night. And I’m thinking “how can we be spending 4 Billion dollars a month to occupy Iraq if we can’t even house and feed our OWN sons and daughters in our own back yard.”

And statistics keep killing me:

Like pornography had $3.62 Billion dollars in sales

Like every 2 minutes, somewhere in America, one of our daughters is sexually assaulted

Like there is an annual average of 232,000 daughters raped and 44% of daughters are the under age 18

So I pray for our sons and daughters
May God love them and guide them
May the children be blessed and ride on wings of angels to protect them
And may we keep our eyes on God, the champion who initiates and perfects our faith and love.