Pentecost: Prayers and Protest

Helicopters in the air

Triggering my fears What's next comes the rubber bullets Piercing my body like they pierced Jesus Crying out for momma to behold thy son I can't breathe They don't even need guns


Castrate our bodies from the lynching trees


Cut off my lungs 10 minutes with his knees Crying out for momma I can't breathe


Hands in his pockets with a grin on his face


Resentment for my race as my life slips away


Cameras recording America don't care Black Lives Don't Matter Even when our murders are broadcast on air


Evidence before the judge and no convictions to be seen


Yellow tapes, chalk stains on the crime scenes


Blood stains cry out from these Trumpanian streets


Profit over people We don't care if they die Fuck COVID-19 Let the fittest survive Translate that to mean wealthy and the 1%


They say they cut us them checks Black and Brown folks still can't pay rent In the Food Bank line trying to make ends meet


Trying to make it to work but the curfew ends at nine


Can't catch the bus because Lori shut down the lines


Martin says a riot is the language of the unheard


This Pentecost Holy Ghost fire came down and cities burned


Maybe this is the new birth of the Church we wish to see


To get us out of them pews and into the streets


A nightmare of hashtags trending haunting me


Kendrick Lamar won't you sing for me Hear that base drop and I start to believe We gonna be alright even if we must die Claude McKay said let it be nobly done Fighting back For the generations to come


Lamentations Lift every voice to a rising sun

James Weldon Johnson declared victory is won


Cut off my lungs 10 minutes with his knees Crying out for momma I can't breathe...



Credit: Rev. Dr. Waltrina N. Middleton


Audio: Click here to listen to Rev. Dr. Middleton's reading of Pentecost: Prayers and Protest.

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