THE THOUGHTS THAT PROBE ME

by ERIC

The thoughts government use to probe me
Truth to unanswered questions
But who asks the questions
If no one has the Cojones
To approach Kony
Who can scrutinize
When a entreaty to caution
Was never to scribed
Land of the free
Looks toward a place
Where a eulogy is subsided
Adolescence turned SOLDIER
Dauntless youth
Grow prolific before they grow older
Having to grow up without parents
Abducted and kept hostage
But nobody told YOU
Of this TYRANNY
Secrets of the rushing waters
That carry cargo of youth
Is filled with IMPURITIES
Of the unexplained truth
Invisible villains who remain in cahoots
Disregarding captured fugitives young bodies
Who scoured the tract searching for REFUGE
Adept clues
Pointing to
What actually happens
Kony and his sinister practice
USA decides to remain not tangent
To the subject
That is a huge problem
That should be handled
Don’t vilify if you can’t justify
As the world fights eye for an eye
The world is unable to apprehend because they are blind
So who can make a conclusion if
You aren’t aware of the
Crime
Starvation
Uneducated contamination
Gun smoke pollution
Adolescent prostitution
An empire
And the person who grew it
The premature and people remain clueless