Injustice for All 6.7.2020 5:00 AM
You prefer to reduce me to a hashtag, while casting me aside
one more in the multitude of idols that parade before your eyes.
Each one in turn holds your gaze- but all, eventually, just passing phase.
I Am… not a phase. Now, listen…
Your attention is that of a rat…uncaring
toward what it feeds on, so long as it is fat.
You’re satisfied with lesser things, exchanged
for all my presence brings.
I am not your preference, priority, or passion-
instead you chase trends and passing fashion.
Though I am author of all you see,
your eyes remain fixed on humanity.
Demanding what will never be,
this side of eternity.
Wasting away your precious years
on worldly wisdom and earthly fears.
Though through mercy, with unchanging grace
I’ve paid every debt of the human race.
In blindness you continue to walk,
as revealed in your daily talk,
filled with malice, lacking love.
Sharing not the perspective of heaven above.
If your words be your fate,
consider this sentence, as you wait-
for what you say not your silence
will surely greet you at the gate.