The generations lower their heads as they go to the fields.
\nAll sense of hope for a better day slowly leaving their idle minds.
\nBlisters and sunburns, broken bones and shattered dreams.
\nTheir children in the yard watch as their parents work jobs.
\nThey are not the slaves of the American south
\nBut while their families were freed, their dreams were never returned.
\nThey are the result of generations lost.<\/p>\n
A free man is able to succeed or fail using his own will.
\nA man not taught to dream does not know what he is working for.
\nThe children of a man with no dreams do not see a better day in their future.
\nThey live their lives from day to day often left to their own defenses.
\nSociety tells them to go to school, but the children don\u2019t know why.
\nSociety tells them to get a job, but they are children who have yet to play.
\nSo, they wander through life left to their own defenses.
\nThey are the result of generations lost.<\/p>\n
A child must be motivated to succeed.
\nTo please their parents and loved ones.
\nTo achieve the goals that their family and community set for them.
\nThat is how children grow.
\nBut to raise a child to achieve we must know how to achieve ourselves.
\nWe all as adults of every race must encourage the children of our society to succeed.
\nTo strive for a better day.
\nThere is not a man, woman, or child alive on God\u2019s green earth that does not have a better day ahead of them.
\nBut if we cannot come together
\nThen we may all become the result of generations lost.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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