You don't have that new blouse you have been dreaming about. You can't get that new phone right away. Your dream car is still years away from becoming reality. You don't have that big house with all the extra bedrooms and bathrooms. You don't have the best job in the world and you aren't the most educated person. However you have clothes on your back , you have a roof over your head, you have a place to lay your head at night. You have parents this morning who are making plans to bury their young along with the death of their child the dreams they had for them dies as well. When you wake up and you go around like its business as usual you don't get enough lunch money and you curse your parents. You go to school and you can't bother to pay attention. You go to school and you reach home safely. Leaders wake up and they discuss plans to make money, fix roads and make Jamaica a better country yet each day people are killed as if it is nothing.The plans that need to be made are plans that will allow the citizens to feel safe we need to go out and let the wicked people in our country know they can't win we won't allow them to continue to destroy the beauty that is our country.
The death of the young By:©Saccheen Laing I put on my uniform Armed with books I set out in search of a good education. Streets lined with the blood stains of those who fell on the way I'm determined to live to see another day But I have no control over those who believe they can have their own way. Armed with guns and knives They attack me, They assault me, They abuse me , Because they believe they have control over me Because of guns and knives in hand. In my hands I write my plans A singer, an actor, a doctor, a fashion designer or a police man I clench my fist as my blood runs to join those who fell before My plans remain in my hands Never to be realized I am young but that means nothing on this land. The blood of the young will replace the ocean that surrounds and beautifies the land How many more shall die before you answer when I ask why? My mother shall cry and bury her son before he becomes a man My brot...
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