Who will rise up for me against the
evildoers? Who will stand up for me against
the workers of iniquity? Unless the LORD
had been my help; my soul would soon have
dwelt in silence. Psalm 94:1
On our knees,
We beg and plead
For the perfect world
We think we deserve.
Unborn babies’ last breath,
A whisper in black darkness;
A lover’s nest,
When men go hand and hand,
Forgotten truths,
Power’s lies,
Leaving innocent millions to die.
Standing up
Was never our option,
Sitting down
We all did in caution.
A love for you,
A love for me;
Black and white society
We may never see.
Hating, bashing,
Destroying one another,
To get to the top
Of this tower we built.
The hour has come,
The choice was made,
A choice we all have to pay.
Now we lay
In this darkness every night,
Fear of living our
“Christian” life.
Everyday closed up
From the hate;
Looking out our windows,
Seeing what
We ourselves did create,
This world we wanted
But has now sealed our fate.
