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
If the children(boy and girl) are our future…Then it is up to us as “responsible”humans and adults to defend, and keep them from any and everything that seeks to hate, destroy, hurt, attack, intimidate, annihilate, and abuse them.
It is our core and essential duty. It is our life long responsibility to protect our children because they are our future… They are our tomorrow.
* I saw the picture of a kid in the Ukraine… In the midst of many wars, unrest and slaughters, these thoughts were born*
Who speaks for these ones
Who have no faces
Shadows in the space of war
Who speaks for them at night
When fright abound and hopes subside
Tears the company to their fate
Who speaks for them when fear is still
Suffocated by bombs and guns
Will silenced by a piece of steel
Hope abandoned to a time called tomorrow
A future that (might) never comes
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Again tonight our hearts are quiet
The distant hope of each dawn overshadowed by hate and ill
Tragedy lurking in the most unseen places
Calculating and callously cold
Lives shattered like frail glass windows
Blood spilling on city grounds
Humanity wasted for reasons unknown
Violence and deadly vile the language of our times…
Yet through it all love persists
Patiently it beckons &silently waits
Till evil is conquered and love prevails
A solemn reminder tonight in the hearts of many
(That) we can and must do better than this
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
This dance that we dance
It goes in varied circles around the truth
Our present world so small
Yet largely outsized by hate and gloom
For all our advancement in science
Communication and supposed intelligence
Basic humanity, kindness, and love still eludes the best of us