My grandma once told me, "I know that prayer changes things, but at some point you gotta get up off your knees."
Of course, my grandma was of that Fannie Lou Hamer generation that knew that being "sick and tired of being sick and tired..." meant more than just talking the talk. It's easy to see why they were called the "Greatest Generation." A broken back never translated to broken resolve. Not then. But now? Hmmm.
Guess it's a good thing they didn't have Facebook and Twitter 50-60 years ago, or shit
would never have gotten done.
She said to me, "Stop being disappointed. Stop cryin'. Stop talkin' about how this one or that one, or this thing or that
thing hurt your feelings, and how this ain't right and that ain't right. Don't nobody care what you want as long as they get what they want. You want something to change, go on and do something about it...but child, you got to get
out from 'round me with all that cryin'..."
While you're lying there prostrate on the ground, somebody else is kicking you in the face, because the
law says they can. While your head is bowed in contemplation, somebody is breaking a stick over your back, because the law says they can.
The law tells us that just because something is wrong, that doesn't make it criminal. (And to think, I once applied to law school.) The law contains many tragic and unfair truths. But more often than not, there is a chasmic difference between the truth and the right answer.
Yeah. Prayer changes things. Pray for our sons and daughters, sisters and brothers, mothers and fathers, and yet unborn children. Pray for our leaders, law makers, and law enforcement. Pray for the misguided, misunderstood, mis-in-fucking-terpreted. Et cetera, et cetera, blah-blah, skippitty!
But what the hell are you going to do when you get the fuck up off your knees? Let's put a plan into ACTION to make this world better than it is.
Of course, my grandma was of that Fannie Lou Hamer generation that knew that being "sick and tired of being sick and tired..." meant more than just talking the talk. It's easy to see why they were called the "Greatest Generation." A broken back never translated to broken resolve. Not then. But now? Hmmm.
Guess it's a good thing they didn't have Facebook and Twitter 50-60 years ago, or shit
would never have gotten done.
She said to me, "Stop being disappointed. Stop cryin'. Stop talkin' about how this one or that one, or this thing or that
thing hurt your feelings, and how this ain't right and that ain't right. Don't nobody care what you want as long as they get what they want. You want something to change, go on and do something about it...but child, you got to get
out from 'round me with all that cryin'..."
While you're lying there prostrate on the ground, somebody else is kicking you in the face, because the
law says they can. While your head is bowed in contemplation, somebody is breaking a stick over your back, because the law says they can.
The law tells us that just because something is wrong, that doesn't make it criminal. (And to think, I once applied to law school.) The law contains many tragic and unfair truths. But more often than not, there is a chasmic difference between the truth and the right answer.
Yeah. Prayer changes things. Pray for our sons and daughters, sisters and brothers, mothers and fathers, and yet unborn children. Pray for our leaders, law makers, and law enforcement. Pray for the misguided, misunderstood, mis-in-fucking-terpreted. Et cetera, et cetera, blah-blah, skippitty!
But what the hell are you going to do when you get the fuck up off your knees? Let's put a plan into ACTION to make this world better than it is.
