The Burial Of Young Human Gold Poem by Hebert Logerie

Our children are more precious than gold
Stop killing them, let them grow old
Do not trap and entangle them in the system
Let them grow strong like the stem
Of the pine tree, like the tall palm tree
Life is precious, love is priceless and free
Death is not cheap; follow the divine orders
Love ourselves, neighbors, and others.

Stop killing our children; they are too young to die
In turf wars, in gang wars, in strange and unnecessary wars
Stop destroying ourselves in street corners, and local bars
Our parents are tired and fed up; they can no longer cry
The pain is unbearable and excruciating. The tears are frozen
And the scars are permanent. Let's move on to a new season
Of peace, love and harmony
Of brotherhood, unity and prosperity.