As we watch our children play,
we pray.
As we hear the song of their laughter,
we pray.
As we witness the sun’s rays shining through their smiles,
we pray.
Through sequences of setting suns and rising moons
we pray our children bloom
and are allowed to grow to their fullest potential,
not to die over something inconsequential.
That they are judged by their character and the sincerity of their heart
not by senseless violence should we part.
Their identities were shaped long ago
by our ancestor’s visions and thou
they are but children they live it such a time of woe.
Where playing while black, brown and red
can result in them ending filled with lead.
How are we to explain society’s shame
that the hue of their skin could still, Today, result in innocent pain?
As we walk along the threshold of time
seeing the past and present only separated by a fine line.
Where those who swore to protect
Turn away in neglect
or select their view of our children’s worth
and feel it’s their right to return them to Mother Earth.
We chose to pray every day in every way
for the salvation of the ones that lay and the ones that slay.
We pray
to find common ground and re-educate minds
to look forward and leave hate behind
We pray
We pray
We pray
~ Maia Truesdale-Scott
