Guarding my ways while the wicked were near to avoid any sin of my tongue;
While muzzled and mute, keeping silent and still, “Holding peace” helped me nothing at all.
Growing distressed from the noise in my ears, Heart aflamed by the things that I heard;
Because Black Lives Matter and silence means death, I will shout, long as God gives me breath.
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Source: Psalm 39:1-3
Text: © David Alexander, 2020