Lament for the Fallen

This morning as I left my house and walked through my neighborhood and saw black men walking and working, I felt again the pain of ongoing hurt as we heard yet another failed indictment last night. I wrote this lament:

Lament for the Fallen

Prophets have been weeping for thousands of years
Watching people suffering, covering them with tears
Wondering where our God is while we shake with our fears,
And holding out hope for tomorrow.

When will we see a change, when will justice rain?
Why do the same people have to feel most of the pain?
When will righteousness roll down, when will we see a change?
We're holding out hope for tomorrow.

Meanwhile we can't be still, we must speak, and march and try,
Standing together, holding those who cry,
Doing what we can do so no more need to die,
And holding out hope for tomorrow.