The Final Verdict

The Final Verdict

A Poem by MFJ ESE

How am I to sleep,

When my Spirit is fighting tears?

Not an ounce of inspiration all week

It is highly loathsome and unwholesome

To find it here

I cannot close mine eyes

Until it is sheerly said

At the end of the night: a little boy remains dead

He asked not for his fate

He provoked not George's deed

George was driven purely by his own immoral creed

Say what you will

I shall not debate

'Tis not in my nature to be ruled by the force of hate

Though Zimmerman walks free, so, too does Martin

The ear of the Lord is not deaf; it indefinitely hearkens

It heard Trayvon's cry and surely, it heard the barrel

Actual judgement awaits George

Tray is no longer in peril

Nay, he lives it up in Heaven, his second life being in session

This time it is eternal and cannot and will not be severed

Allow yourself to say, "amen"

Now, you, too go live again

Leave it in God's hands and

Let Him do what only He can


© 2013 MFJ ESE

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Added on July 15, 2013
Last Updated on July 15, 2013
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