Broken Systems aren’t fixed
Blood isn’t quenched
Always wanting more
Your fear costs us our lives
So weary – our bodies, our lives lay at the altar of your apathy
How do we move forward?
We want peace and healing too- but God damn we are weary.
So fucking weary.
When will you hear us?
When will you truly see us?
When will our humanity be visible in the face of your own?
When will you value the Image of God in us too?
Our lives matter
‘Justice’ is not going to raise the bullets from Alton’s chest
Restrain and execute public servant
So much blood
Anguish and bewilderment grip all our hearts
We will sit with this pain,
Absorb it all until a better way is born