Early in the morn
sunrises just past dawn
there's a sound up in the sky
these helicopters keep flying by
there is a danger in our village
You can hear this sound many a day
gunshots burping and bullets go astray
many of the youth all over this town
are being buried under the ground
where lays the hope for our future
Little Brothers put your weapons away
save them for a reckoning day
our blood is shed in any given season
now is the time to train our mind in the fight for freedom
same old malicious contempt brother killing brother
selling deaths genocidal poison to one another
lies calls him your enemy but truth declares him your Brother
listen to the wailing and crying of our Mothers
with diabolical direction we kill one another
can we build up from these ruins with truth we discover
Discover who you are and walk in your destiny
follow your dreams and be all you can be
realize the great part you have to play
build upon the foundation and pave the way
generations to come will flourish from the work of your hand
Helicopters over my head
circling precariously around me
spotlight and in the cross hairs
their mission almost complete
I and I am the Jegna living in victory
no weapon that is formed will work against me
I give my life so that you can not kill me
I am of the Jenoch and you can not destroy We
©Gregory Roberson 2009
