Justice Is Crying In the Street
Oh my soul what hails you?
Oh my soul what awaits you?
Oh my soul why are you in despair?
Oh my soul I have not deserted you
Oh my soul I have something to share
Oh my soul I am still here.
I leaned against the pillar of your soul
And I can feel the muscles vibrating in my chest
And something beside me is gasping for breath
I hear a sudden cry resonating from the sky
And something profound is biding me goodbye.
It is not the cry that you often hear
It is not the cry of the widow’s plight
It is a cry that is ascending from high
It is the cry that you hear when someone is dying inside
It move from door to door and it lands on every shore
Everyone is running for cover
And mothers are weeping for their sons and daughters
The light is illuminated through the window
And the cry is getting louder.
The voices of battered women engulf the room
With little hope of someone to rescue them soon
The cry gets louder and louder
And room gets darker and darker
He rips off her clothes and backs her up into the corner
And screw the life out of the daughter.
Blood streams down her trembling legs
And she screams and begged for mercy
But he raped her and tried desperately to strangle her
She wrestles away from him
And drenches him with a glass of gin
Until she finally got away from him
She ran in the street with her torn up blouse
And cry out to God to purge her innocent soul.
Justice is crying out in the street
Justice is crying out for more meat
Justice is marching in the street and I can feel the heat.
Form the beginning of time you said that you are mine
From the beginning of time you said that life is divine
From the beginning of time you have controlled me
And you tell the whole world that nobody can get me.
You follow me and mess with everyone around
And you tell me that I am bound.
Justice is crying out in the street and I can feel the burning heat
The music is playing and daylight is shaking.
I woke up this morning and went through my regular routine
Then walked outside in search of my dream
The empty street stared at me with its dirty sins
And the black and yellow lady bug taxis could not be seen
But the informer street cleaner across the road start texting and looking at me as if I was some form of mystery.
Everything was extremely quiet, and I was almost out of breath
Poor old souls creeping solemnly through the door
Poor old souls crying out for more as justice bangs on their door.
I went walking along the street in search of the golden sun
As I turned towards the East the street suddenly came alive
Traffic began to swell and fake street cleaners appeared on the pavement, cleaning glass and throwing water on the pavement.
Hustlers came from their hideouts setting up stalls and getting ready for the morning call.
I found the rising sun and salute it with a hum
It shines it radiant light all over me and tells me how much it was sorry for my misery. I gave it my peace and lament the circumstance that surround me and the sun whisper back to me and tells me not to worry because God is not in a hurry, I have already had my victory.
It said that justice is coming soon, and I must get ready before noon
Justice for my sons and daughter
Justice for my younger brother
Justice for my mother and father
Justice for my children and grand children
And justice for all the suffering
Will be delivered at her coming
Justice is crying out in the street
People have nowhere to sleep
They lay their beds in the middle of the street
And prowl around with nothing to eat
Justice is crying out through the prison door
Justice is weeping on the shore.
Dead bodies washed up on the beach with no tags on their feet
Someone has tampered with the breaks causing the vehicle to shake and you must apprehend the assassinator before it is too late.
Nobody knows why the fleet disappeared
From the Bermuda triangle to the Malaysian pan angle.
Justice is blazing underneath the earth
And the souls are weeping and wailing underground
Justice is crying out through the hospital doors
Expensive hotel and budget floors
Justice is crying out in the mental institutions
Numerous murders administered through needles
by sedative doctors.
Justice is crying out in apartment buildings
Old house, luxury house and big old mansion
They are trapped in age old basements
Make shift prison cells and dilapidated dens.
My blood is boiling and my spirit is burning
This generation must be purged for its atrocious sins
It has been like this from the world begin
Cain spilled his brother’s blood over a sacrifice
One was a farmer and the other was a shepherd
But God loves blood sacrifice so he chose the Shepard’s prize.
That was not enough to settle the nations pride so the farmer slaughter the shepherd to offer a real human blood sacrifice
He spilled Abele’s blood to purify the cursed land and in end he had a better sacrifice .No one could touch Cain after God placed a seal marked upon him to cover his sins.
Justice is crying out in the classrooms and the wash rooms
Many young people’s lives has been snatched away from them too soon
Justice is delayed, and swept under the rug at noon
Just be patient and keep your cool for justice will knock on your door soon.
Justice is crying out in the trains and the broken lanes
Justice is crying out at the global shame
Justice is crying out in the ghettos,
The community and the infirmary
Justice is crying out in the oval office
In congress and parliament.
Justice is crying out in the sheriff’s office
The police department, the white house
The cabinet office and number ten
Justice is parading up and down the street
And grinning at me with its big teeth.
I climbed up the giant steps this morning
And looked at the long giant pillars around me
They were not built by mighty men
But with the hands of the little man
I could hear justice crying out from the depth of their soul
As they dragged the stones from the shores
And raised them into this giant structure.
Old dusty building littered with garbage
With tall iron doors that have never been open
The walls are sneezing and shouting at me
And the columns are crying out for me
Justice has finally heard my plea and has handed down the decree
The enemy that has been bothering me for decades was murdered in cold blood right in front of me, and at last I got my victory
Justice has rescued me.
Justice is crying out in the streets
The journey is complete.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2019
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