Okay, now it’s Baltimore, Another riot. I can no longer stay quiet. No I will not pick up my arms to do some mother or father or someone’s child harm. I have family in blue and now in battle gear. We fight terrorist over there and you rioters are my terrorists here. When you feel you can’t be heard and the profanities you sling seem absurd, You lash out with weapons not your words. Although you may not get to see You best believe the hate you cast will most definitely be received. By whom? It never goes where it needs hate does not discriminate. hate grows happy when someone, anyone bleeds. My brothers, my sisters, my cousins decide tomorrow or tomorrow’s tomorrow will today’s actions bring you pride? or shame? and cause you to hide we need not be a tool dancing to strings pulled by some fool. Stop the stupidity, stop the anger, stop the hate, stop the rage lay down your arms. Let the scribes write the positive of today on the page. GOD lives within us not far off above Fill yourself with GOD, overflow with love. Look across the lines see a mother, see a father, see a child, a son, a daughter, a grandfather, a grandmother and know they have a name. They will stop being rioters or cops when you do the same.
