Blood Cries Out

Oh, Almighty Keeper of Time and Space,
Hear the echoes of anguish, the silent cries trace.
In the tapestry of history, stained and scarred,
The blood of the oppressed, a plea unmarred.

From the massacre's horror to the lynching tree,
Centuries witness Cain's cruel legacy.
In the corridors of time, the oppressed lament,
Their voices, a chorus, through ages, are sent.

The soil of this land, soaked with tears,
From native roots to the blackened fears,
Cries out in pain, a mournful song,
A requiem for the oppressed, silenced too long.

Oh, Creator of All, whose justice is sure,
Look upon this world, wounded and impure.
The sins of hatred, violence, and disdain,
Like shadows persist, leaving hearts in pain.

Grant us, O Lord, the strength to atone,
To mend the wounds, to cast the stone
Of prejudice and malice, far away,
To welcome the dawn of a brighter day.

For the souls who suffered, the ones laid low,
In massacres, lynchings, in hatred's cruel throw,
May your divine justice, a reckoning be,
Avenge the innocent, set their spirits free.

Yet, in our quest for justice, let us strive,
To break the cycle, in love and forgiveness thrive.
Guide our hands to build a world anew,
Where empathy reigns, and compassion is true.

May the rivers of healing wash away the pain,
As we seek redemption, let love and understanding reign.
In the chorus of voices, long oppressed,
May your divine mercy, O God, manifest.

Grant us wisdom, courage, and grace,
To rise above hatred, to embrace
A future where unity and peace shall stand,
In the palm of your hand, let justice land.