Pain,

overwhelming, 

frustration boiling,

powerlessness scorching,

young hearts full of fear and confusion,

hunted, hated because of the colour of our skin.

Indifference, 

suppression, 

by those who choose to ignore,

what a privilege it is, 

to ignore our suffering skin.

In Christ, colour blind you say,

oh how I wish you would be honest, 

tell us the truth! 

You don’t like us enough even to listen.

Silence.

"You make me sick.”

Christ declares to the Church,

Revelation 3:16,

His blood cries on behalf of the last, 

His breathe too was taken, 

cheerlessly lost,

did you know our apathy costs?

Suffering, 

the language of repentance, 

A holy communion, 

missed by those who comfortably sleep,

enjoying the violence of their dreams.

Hope,

resurrecting,

choosing to take up my cross, 

knowing my saviour is with those, 

whose hearts are full of loss, 

in Him they will rise

the day is set, 

black, brown and white,

the triumphant reset.