A world where people don't love you if you can't supply them with all the material things they need. A world where people marry just to get citizenship in a country. A world where the most educated aren't the ones given the best of jobs. A world where the television and internet are left to teach our children values. A world where the leaders of the church spend more money on church buildings tha n feeding the poor. A world where children receive guns before they receive a book to read. A world where in one half of the world people fight for an apple to eat while in the other we pick,choose and refuse what to eat. A world where we cry when we have no new clothes or shoes but some have never felt the warmth of a shirt and pants on their cold flesh. A world where politicians get increases in pay while the citizens are placed on wage freeze for years. A world where everybody proclaims they can't trust anybody. A world where girls value are always occupied with their look...

 Am I the only one who notices the reaction made whenever a police man is killed or someone of some importance in society. The topic of their death is the headline of every newspaper and fresh on the minds of ever politician. Is it then safe to say that some lives are valued more than others? I believe its's safe to say so.I remember a year back or so there was an incident with a police man beating a police man and it was captured on video, the man died due to the injuries he received. Just this year the police man walked away freely. Whenever someone from the inner city is killed yes it is televised but in a matter of time it is overlooked and we hear nothing of the incident anymore but when someone who is of importance someone with some status in society it is televised for weeks even months. To ask that this be changed would be like asking to open the heads of our people and placing new values and morals within them, simply impossible. Why do police men and politicians expec...

The black man fought to simply continue to breathe the breath of life The shackles and chains rusted away but the memories of the will to survive are here for us to adapt Though the bodies of those who began the fight lay below us and we walk upon it day in day out Let us serve as a reminder to us a edifice for us to look unto a fountain flowing with golden water of promise They see the black of our skin even now and frown upon us They frown upon us not because we are black because we have always been black to them But because they see us standing in the same place that they left us We say we are determined to make our lives better but we still call them our idols and we adapt each and everything they do Our culture though still written on paper and carved in rocks from as far back as the Tainos Is quickly being erased from the minds of Jamaicans The fight to survive we say but are we really? Our young know more about the culture of foreign lands than they know...