We are the children of the sun
and the stars.

We are the children of the hippies
who were strung out on peace and love
and heroin when they conceived us.

We are the children of alcoholics
conceived in blackouts.

We are the children of the punk rockers
screwed into this world on beer and anger.

We are the children of the poor
raised on welfare and food stamps
and government housing.

We are the children of the middle class,
borrowing from the government, to get
an education to get a job with a pension
from corporate amerika who has already
fired our fathers before they could retire.

We are the children of the rich,
who like our fathers and mothers
before us, care only about obtaining
more wealth.

We are the children of the doctors, dentists
and lawyers who care more about their Porsches
and their Mercedez than they do their patients.

We are the children of the Amerikan dream
roaming the streets with a blanket
and a garbage bag full of aluminum cans.

We are the children who now have the children
and we hope they won't learn racism from us
like we learned it from our moms and dads.

We are the children who can change the inevitable,
alter our destiny, change the future from futile to fruitful.

Amen.

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