I lay here in my bed thoughts of Alton Sterling’s death playing in my mind.
Nights like this bring so many questions to mind… Questions that can never be answered… Or truly understood.
I contemplate faith… Grace… And a good God.
I was born a Christian, and endeavor to live as such. I am born again although I question that all the time.
Weary nights, and disheartening events like the repeated killings of young black men cause me to ponder on the notion of a good God.
A good God, and the beliefs that pertain to him were brought to the shores of Africa by the same people who constantly seek to oppress us… And I wonder how they can tell us about a God so pure…so good…so true…yet seek to destroy us… How can this God allow them?
Faith runs ahead of me many times, and leaves me contemplating…
Tonight as I approach the cross roads of pain and hurt… I find myself at the corner of disappointment and disdain… I ask this good God to come to the rescue of the oppressed… The ones who we have been told are also created in His image
Our screams should echo past the minute….
Past the moment(s) of silence…
We have had too many…it is time to be loud…let our voices be heard…
For Orlando, Sandy Hook, Colorado, and sadly frighteningly the next victim(city)
We’ve been here before… Too many times however… It is time to change the conversation… Prolong it past 2 days of media attention… Our homes are no longer safe…schools are mini war zones, the streets tainted, places of worship now defiled… It is time to extend the conversation past 2 days of media attention. We have been here before, too many times.
These monsters that we preach
Disguised as advertisements and fun TV shows
They lead to this hate that we have now reached
Guns passing faster than silly love notes during boring track meets
A generation fast fading in neighborhoods unseen
Their backs turned to themselves and their dying consciences
Hate is glorified in the most lavish of ways
Who can curse faster and better?
Be the bully to that freckled fatty with redhead
Love now larger and farther than a once four letter word
Still a heavy burden on the hearts of those who seek to live it
Monsters are disguised in the most beautiful of ways
Thousand dollar purses on Robertson Boulevard
Katherine’s growing baby bump the obsession of many dawns
Youths in disdain adults in disarray
Corrupt economies on the rise as the chocolate cookies crumble
Grease stained fingers pointed in diverse directions
Yet those monsters we continue to preach have nothing to do
With the hate that we have now reached
Mother Nature weeps
Her eyes of comfort and compassion growing dim
Her beloved and children from all corners turning on themselves
Turning on her and her beauty
Trees cut down
Built bridges and bushes burning deep wild and free
Devastation and war in the most innocent of places
Death on the rise as greed and lust flow free
With heavy blood now easily shed
Childhood has lost its innocence
Old age knows now only disdain
Hate is now on the rise as war strides high as power
The need to see and hear overcome by guns and drugs
Peace now on the back burner
Evil and anger
Rape and malice
Roaming as lords and kings among trees and leaves
Whispering deceit blaspheme and incurable incest
Humanity is fast dying
Love lost in the heart of mankind
The hunger in these environs broken and dismayed
Is not for food...
Day old bread stale or fresh won’t do
The nagging appetite here calls for knowledge
Hope for better days
Days that bread and mixed rice cannot handle
Poverty passing from hand to hand
Mouths left salivating long after bread is gone