Death stalks your beloved
creation.
How long, O Lord?
Brown and black-skinned
children are not valued, are afraid.
How long, O Lord?
Mothers and fathers wail in
grief over fallen bodies.
How long, O Lord?
False wars are declared,
arming brothers and cousins against one another.
How long, O Lord?
Lives trickle by, potential
yet undreamed, never to be reached.
How long, O Lord?
How long until we dare to
dream something different?
How long until we say, “Enough”?
How long until we refuse to
feed Death’s insatiable hunger, Fear’s unending drive?
How long until we stop the
machinery that allows the bodies of black Americans to be the grist that feeds
money machines?
We pray for a new heaven
and a new earth where righteousness and peace are at home.
The tools, Your tools, for
that are in our hands.
Let us recognize them. Let
us employ them.
Let me join into the chorus, the
drumbeat, the dance that answers, “How long?” with “No more!”
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