In the Mean Time
We count for nothing
We are prone to anyone’s impulse to violence
Whether they wear a badge or watch the community….
In the Mean Time
We are hated for things that have nothing to do with
who
we are (not just a skin color)
In the Mean Time
We are shot like rabid dogs
regardless of guilt or innocence
In the Mean Time
Are our prayers even heard?
Is our suffering even
moving the hearts
of
anyone,
anywhere?
In the Mean Time,
we must go on
and strive to exist,
and fight to survive
and struggle to live
in hostile territory
surrounded by
enemies
shouting
curses and untruths
behind their walls
of
hate and fear.
In the Mean Time
We must continue to
Love
one another
and
our enemy,
even as we
contend with his ignorance.
In the Mean Time
Life for us here is hard,
but it can and will
get worse
if we
give up
in the
Mean Time.
© Alfred W. Smith Jr.
2015