The Inheritance Of The Damned Poem by Talile Ali

Victimized from the day we are born
From fable to fiction, all emotion was torn
Can you see
We are a tragedy

Force fed by rote all that baffle and confuse
Seldom a winner and constantly loose
As we bleed
When will we be freed

So many factions and so many games
Designed to keep us from being aware and quite sane
Confused
No fight from me and you

From the day that we're born till we slip in the grave
Some will never know how they were used to enslave
Everyone
Didn't even use a gun

Thru the chemicals placed in our water and food
Our brains became addled and difficult to use
How cruel
What they did to me and you

In the name of the game they all wasted the land
This is the legacy that they have made for all man
So true
The many chose not to do

The legacy of man
The inheritance of the damned
The reality of greed
A world of cost and need!