Racial

1 John 4:20 

Obedience by Faith

20 If someone says, “I love God,” and hates his brother, he is a liar; for he who does not love his brother whom he has seen,  how can he love God whom he has not seen?

 

Racial.

 

There is no place in God's remembrance

for color of skin and looks.

That's of the world … used by the tempter

to divide the human troops.

 

Some play color like an instrument

to play the hymns of battle.

It does not take much, a few soft notes,

to makes the legions rattle.

 

The more the noise … the more the flow

of adrenaline through the vanes.    

The mind gets dull as hate fills

the heart in this deadly game.

 

Everything seen through the mind

turns now fiery red.

Nothing will satisfy this rage

until some blood is shed.

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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