Poetic Injustice

Posted by Jeanine on August 26, 2014 in Blog | 0 comments

Poetic Injustice

Are we fighting for justice for Michael Brown?

Michael Brown is dead! Trayvon Martin went on ahead, and Emmett Till’s torturous murder has led. Where hate persists and injustice bled. We pursue justice for the living. There is no justice for the dead only the sting of lifeless promise pursued by dread. We must pay attention!

Yesterday was subject to past persecutions; remember those who laid down their lives for today’s decisions. Pay attention! Think about how peace prevailed, and then we must examine our hearts intention.

Be quiet and listen beyond your unjust reasons. Shall we overcome to face defeat in their treason? Go home! Wisdom cries, the smoke is burning more than your eyes.

Tomorrow shall be your authoritative position; least you die in selfish ambition.

You dare to protest for one another when we, you and I don’t even bother.

These souls were subject to another’s perversion; the choice to kill, steal and destroy is an evil protrusion. Without our conversion shall stand in illusion.

We must fight to be just without a reason. Within ourselves, each of us every day must choose to become humanity driven and yield to pray. Justice calls every soul to believe that today’s righteousness is fought with the blood yesterday’s victory received. This is the movement of love: courageously taught.

This unjust world is defined by human thoughts, just another’s perception; Pay attention!  I write these words with heart, for our conception.

Lay down your weapons and disappointment daggers that cut out the heart of purpose.

Disengage your guns, minds, and bombs that kills destiny and buries time!

Tomorrow will live by God’s mercy and grace,

The battle’s been won for the human race!  Peace!

Jeaniene M Davis

Creator/ Executive Producer

Vine Life Radio Ministry…John 15:5

Philippians 3:12 ….. Not that I have already obtained all of this, or have already arrived at my goal, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me.

Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it.

But one thing I do: forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus