After hearing Jazebel continuing on her state policy of murdering protesters of her injustices.
Elijah sat down under a solitary broom tree and prayed that he might die. “I have had enough, Lord,” he said. “Take my life, for I am no better than my ancestors who have already died.”
– 1 Kings 19:4
I have had enough!
Enough of
Bullets sprayed on Black bodies and Jewish bodies and any-body deemed a no-body
Enough of
Hatred spewed from pulpits and pundits
Lies promulgated by preachers and presidents
Enough of
the Apotheosis of White America
IT IS ENOUGH
Enough of
this world where you can get gunned down while shopping,
this world where you can get gunned down while worshipping,
this world where doors of synagogues and churches and mosques
must be locked to keep out machines of death and their mad wielders
I am no better than my ancestors
So Let Me Be,
with my lynched fathers,
shot-dead grandmothers,
chest torn mothers covered
with blood soaked prayer shawls,
raped sisters,
maimed brothers,
my murdered ancestors
ENOUGH!
Here, get up and eat.
here, get up
get up
eat
And I stood up and walked for forty days without hope but not hopeless,
Without any expectation but not apathetic,
Tired, just tired,
But I walked,
I walked
I walked to where my people once gathered
And received God’s dabar
I climbed the mountain without faith but not with fear
I was too tired for fear
I went and sat,
survived a hurricane,
survived an earthquake,
survived a forest fire kindled by God and Man,
until there was a quiet,
Until a whispering wind inquired,
“What are you doing here?”
And I returned
With words rooted in quiet resolve
To the cities of human tragedy