While sterilized
Momentarily depression invaded the
Time, all were unhappily reminded
Of their brand new surroundings,
Grounded in debt, the impression left
Was dreadful enough to break
Stride, even children were on their knees with
Hands out, not mature enough
To understand the world in which they live,
A culture of people taken by
Missionary force, unable
To break free, their cries heard
In the whisper of the night,
Throughout the north side
Of the South Bronx, where the Hispanics
Too inhale the same misery most
Tried to deny for the past 450 years,
But prayer overruled each beating,
Sending hope of progression to the people
That no longer can one race
Dominate, be dominated or
Separated for the rest to be equal