Where Have All Our Fathers Gone...

For some reason the format of this poem doesn't post the way that I edited it. The lines are suppose to be a lot longer (hence the words of the poem). The format has a lot to do with the poem so this structure does it no justice. Two of the lines are suppose to extend all of the way to the end of the page almost as if the letter 'e' falls off. Each line starts off short and stretches longer and longer symbolizing the way it was in the beginning, to how it is now etc. Perhaps I'll try to reformat it at a later date. Enjoy!

So I'm sitting her thinkin'

and thinkin'

and thinkin'

I'm thinkin' about where

.....where

.....where

Where have all our father's gone

......gone

......gone

Like the wind that is there, but we cannot see

....see

....see

Like the child that stands before you, not knowing the other side of me

...me

...me

Like the lines of this poem, that stretch farther and farther away from the last

....last

....last

Is Like the anger that grows inside of me because we do not up lift the pride of our past

....past

....past

Is like the young men we see locked up like animals in a cage, gone like the letter 'e' on this pag

My people, what happen to our glory days...

What happened to the time when our fathers would work hard all day from eight 'til ten

...ten

And daddy would come home to mommas corn bread, mashed potatoes and cornish hen

...hen

And Lil' man would be scared cuz he done sat up there and messed up at school

...school

And daddy would woop his tail, cuz 'daddy ain't raise no fool

...fool

All us kids would make good grades

...grades

Cuz daddy was CRAZY, and we didn't want to make him mad

...mad

Wazn't no such thing as not being a highschool grad

...grad

Mama would stay at home cleanin', checkin' our homework and hangin the laundry on the tree

...tree

wazn't no she's a gold digga'

It waz she's not workin'

Stayin' at home

Takin' care of my family

.......ly

Like the echo in my rhyme

...rhyme

Reverberating like the anguish in my mind

.....mind

The sins of our fathers have our young men locked up like animals in a cage

....cage

Our children are running around, lost and hopeless because of the neglect that breeds rage

...rage

I believe the children are our future...The structure that they need gone like the 'e' on this pag

My people, what happened to our glory days...

Miss and Mr. Little ones

....ones

please forgive us of what we've done

...done

Where have all our father's gone

...gon

...go

...g

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