Earlier this evening, shortly after the curfew took effect, I stood at the back gate of my home in Baltimore City. If I opened the gate and took a step onto the street, I would be breaking the law. I felt a great need to express my sadness over what has become of my adopted home. Here it is:
Freedom Bound in Darkness
The lads with no dads are always so mad
Hurting my town and breaking it down
Feeling a debt, taking what can be had
.
Prisoners of the night are those who want right
Their freedoms submerged until they all drown
Because the lads with no dads are always so mad
.
To them nothing is easy, it’s always a fight
Even joy is fleeting, it ends in a frown
Feeling a debt, taking what can be had
.
While they seem to run free, we’re bound until light
Some drown in blood, others break the crown
The lads with no dads are always so mad
.
When greed replaces need, the stores ignite
The charm has gone, with smoke it has flown
As they feel a debt and take what can be had
.
Teeming in numbers, faking true might
Losing their future, having infamy, not renown
The lads with no dads are always so mad
Feeling a debt, taking what can be had