Sufferation and botheration,

The headache of nation

Tired of the struggle and the curses,

Is there a generation that has never hurt? It’s

Heartbreaking honestly,

That some can not see, that some choose not to see the problem starts and ends with you and me.

Who is “they” and weh dem come from?

Making rules that only apply to some?

Who is regulating “they”? Who do they answer to?

I don’t want to live by “their” standards and have to constantly ask “Is it really true?”

So many things I don’t agree with, so many things I’m trying to change,

I go within and ask again,

but all I can think is “isn’t it strange?”

Conflicting thoughts and ideas,

Questions no one really knows the answers to,

Trying to prove a point or have a reasoning with my peers,

But still no resolution,

Maybe we need a revolution

Perhaps it has already begun?

And all this uproar was written, we have already won

Life is a journey, not a destination

So don’t look for one moment of success,

Destined for blessings, once again we will be a great nation.