Prophecy of Protests

But Love 
hung on a tree

Bruised body, blood flowed

Love died so 
we could be free

Love didn't look at skin or color

Love didn't look at nationality,

legality

Love look at souls

and said we're brothers

Blood flowed

for every nation, 

tribe and 

tongue

But we've forgotten. 

And now 

the prophets of the streets

crying like Pentecostal priests

Beating chests and

stomping feet

Begging

those choosing blindness

to see

See our pain

Feel our fury

Our righteous anger

rages

against injustices you pretend 
can remain unseen

You were born with this freedom

to close your eyes

We were born into a world 

stabbing us from behind

So don't bring your Bibles,

shove your tracts 

drag us down aisles

You weren't here from the beginning

Fighting to break chain,

set captives free

"We have nothing to lose but our chains"

Our battle cry is freedom

justice,

equality for all

Jew and Gentile

Slave and free

Now the verses can read

Black and white

Upper class and lower

College educated, GED

You know, He's crying with us 

shouting, marching

Beating chest and

stomping feet

Don't think you're bringing Jesus to us

He's already here,

on the streets

Prophecy of protests

Righteous rage against

iniquity 

Jesus, the revolutionary

God with us

On the ground with us

Love doesn't look at

skin or color

And Love hung from

a tree

It is our duty to fight for our freedom

Love has already won the day

And we have nothing to lose but our chains

We will fight to lose our chains

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                Ferguson has changed me. Broken me. Built me. My heart breaks again everyday, and the pieces are held together by the community around me. I do not yet know fully what Ferguson has done in my life, and we have yet to see the full extent of what it will do in our world. But I sense the world changing around me, paradigms are shifting, in my own life and all around me. I am beyond grateful to be part of this movement, and to those who have given themselves to fight for justice.