Psalm 2 vrs 1-12

1 Why do the nations conspire[a]
and the peoples plot in vain?
2 The kings of the earth rise up
and the rulers band together
against the Lord and against his anointed, saying,
3 “Let us break their chains
and throw off their shackles.”
4 The One enthroned in heaven laughs;
the Lord scoffs at them.
5 He rebukes them in his anger
and terrifies them in his wrath, saying,
6 “I have installed my king
on Zion, my holy mountain. ”
7 I will proclaim the Lord’s decree:

He said to me, “You are my son;
today I have become your father.
8 Ask me,
and I will make the nations your inheritance,
the ends of the earth your possession.
9 You will break them with a rod of iron[b];
you will dash them to pieces like pottery. ”
10 Therefore, you kings, be wise;
be warned, you rulers of the earth.
11 Serve the Lord with fear
and celebrate his rule with trembling.
12 Kiss his son, or he will be angry
and your way will lead to your destruction,
for his wrath can flare up in a moment.
Blessed are all who take refuge in him.

Wake up, wake up and see

Who’s wearing the most valuable dress?

Who’s betting the most and who is from “that family, and who looks the best,

Celebrating traditions we have long lost,

Hobbies have gone from photography to shopping,

Consumerism and extortion seems to be the norm, and nobody’s stopping,

Because nobody cares, just as long as they still get to wear their designer uniforms,

Worn by those who paid not knowing where their clothes were made.

The poor that stitch the latest trends are souls torn between eating or not,

Not deciding what to wear or will it make them  look good or not?

WAKE UP

Wake up and see,

The issues in society not what’s on TV,

Nightmares in the ghetto like babies born yellow with crack in their systems,

A mothers 37 hour labour, baby barely breathing,

She passes away without seeing her baby’s face,

All because she was badly beating, physically and mentally,

So the farther gets off scot free,

And when you try and get this message played on the stereo,

It gets banned from being played,

We’d rather hear about the party, the girls and the boys,

Who attract the girls with cars, money and dumb toys,

That they can’t take into the next life,

Little girls think twice,

And guys have more respect for women,

This isn’t just an isolated incident, this can actually happen,

Imagine a man treating your sister like this,

Worse off, your daughter like this, this could be your little girl one day

WAKE UP, open your eyes

Let me tell you who to blame!

Blame the boy lying at your feet, his body ozzing life through the hole in his stomach where the bullet tore him apart. Blame him for challenging you for not looking away and for not backing down when you pulled out the gun. Blame your mother for brining you into this world when she was but a kid herself, dragging you up nit brining you up. Blame society for not giving you hope. Blame your father for not being there, the who looked after himself instead of looking after you. Blame the gun in your hand for making you a target, for making you more likely to be picked on. Blame the dead boy, blame your mother, blame society, blame your father, blame the gun. Blame anyone but yourself for not being strong enough to put down the GUN.

PUT THE GUN’S DOWN

S.L.Jackson.

I live in ht e U.K and i was watching something on youtube about inner city violence and this popped up. We are separated by thousands of miles but we all have the same problems with poverty and inner city trouble.

We all breathe the same air, we all bleed the same blood, we all need the same love, we all have a heart, two eyes, two hands, two feet.

Stop the violence.

If only

I want to live to see Africa unite and rise, to live to see black people live along side each other with love and prosperity. I want to live to see the poor become rich so that they dont have to suffer no longer, to see mankind giving back to the earth. To see governments stop raping its people for power. I want allot but give thanks for allot more. I just hope we have evolved by the time i’m dead and gone and a better world stand in its place.

But who knows what the future holds. So i’ll cry if i need to, let the pressure out and use my anger and frustrations productively