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Cry, the Beloved Creation

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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