The innocent plea of the most evils gods
The pinnacle product of binding rods
'Didn't' means 'Doesn't' to the children of this plague
They're raised to hold sacred all the 'mistakes' their parents made
They understand the reasons & to them it all makes sense
For they too will raise their children in this Trinity of innocence
'Didn't mean it'; 'Aren't doing it'; & of course, 'We want peace'
But from history to present the death & taping never cease
Trade their religion for their demons passed down & held within
Proving all the terror is in fact their victim's own horrid sin
They cite scriptures & speeches to prove they're not all equal
But not one generation is resolute to finally stop this evil
In 10,000 years when Africa is white, 'We Didn't Know' won't even exist
And not one single black being will ever be missed
5/18/14
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