I am afraid that there is nothing more to say.
And I'm sorry to say that
I don't care to hear anymore of it.
The hate and death and violence
has only increased
And the bodies of the deceased
lie firmly in the ground.
No one to bring them back around,
They make no sound anymore.
And we mourn their loss.
We speak with the wearied tongues of souls that are burdened with the chains they leave behind.
The chain of grief is a curse that keeps giving,
And yet the strange thing is we keep living
in this accursed state.
We are forever mourning,
forever grieving the lives of those we have loved and lost,
And when one more is taken we add them to the pile and count the cost.
We want change, we want justice,
we want revenge,
we want black and white men
to be equal,
we want freedom,
we want life.
Yet for all of this want,
we only live in more strife.
I have had to face the reality
that my city
is now one counted among the many
that hold victims of hate crime.
I live in a place that just last night was held hostage by anger and hate and also a deep sorrow.
How do we face tomorrow
with such darkness over our heads?
Will it ever end?
Do those in power want it to end?
I really have to ask that,
because for all the death and madness that we have to face,
How do the powers that be plead our case?
Change we want. It has changed.
Everything is changing.
We have all the change we can handle.
What we need is a shift.
A different look at the way we live.
Violence only breeds more violence.
The guns are never giving life,
only taking.
Anyone who refutes that has only to look at the history we are making.
We are taking lives and fighting for our rights and setting our sights on our brothers.
I don't have an answer.
I don't have a plan that can change everything or take it all in hand.
I don't want to be angry.
It won't change what happened.
I don't want to be vengeful.
I have enough evidence of what it can bring.
I don't think I am any of those things really.
I am just sad.
Sad that this is what has become of humanity. In the haze of all of this death
we are losing our sanity.
We are becoming nothing more that predators and prey.
I'm sure they will say sorry,
and spout condolences.
People will send their love and pray.
Officials will try to offer some sort of remedy
to a problem in which the end
cannot be seen.
I just want it to end, Lord.
I'm afraid that I don't care to hear anymore.
SK
