The Great Wait
In America, after World War 2 and the war in Korea, the post war economy brought hopes of a bright career.
Many of its citizens were thawing from the freeze, but not us. We would have to wait; perhaps too few made a fuss.
Though our fore parents had already paid a terrible price, most would agree that our lot was still a very hard and vicious life.
Yes, although we were citizens and could pay our fares like all the rest; being Black, we were striped of rights and forced to the back of the bus.
I am certain that God heard the cries of the Black masses as they fervently prayed, "O God, have we not had enough?"
The beat goes on, and the unchecked heat waves of tyranny were yet unjust. And as the sands of time slowly fell in the hour glass, we waited.
The reality was that many more had to suffer and slowly bite the dust. Man's cruelty and debauchery are not new and never need be a mystery.
We would have to wait, like so many others in prior generations of history. Mortal man's unquenchable greed, and his thirst for power have no boundary.
God-given fortunes of rights are seldom relinquished by the powers that be. Undoubtedly, heaven did indeed gaze upon the broken promises of history.
So we waited for aid and relief from our inhumane misery. Nevertheless, The Almighty took note, and determined the time for heaven's visitation.
02242017 cj PS
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