Justice

In my quite voice I question; is God even watching us? I ask myself does he listen to the cry of the poor, the downtrodden and the sick. Sometimes I wonder if he smiles at our calamities or mocks our efforts to reach a higher level of life. The everyday workplace is a Rat Race for most and the reward of cheese is wanting.

Cooperate giants living lavishly and wastefully; while the average Joe struggles to have, let alone enjoy a meal. Businesses invented ways to take the money they gave you in salary back in the name of mandatory deductions for things that most do not understand, need or even use. One works all ones life and at the end of days when you can not work anymore, not even a pension to retire with. They demand more of you and pay less to you. I speck as a witness to this shame and hold the powers that be accountable for their actions.

Governments imposing huge taxation on the poor and giving limited services. They sit in positions of power; snakes playing dress up pretending to be sheep while they bit and poison everything they touch. In the name of serving the people they annihilate anyone or anything that would stop the advancement of anyone’s agenda other than their own. They neglect the sufferings of their people and their neighbors. They build bombs that are capable of mass destructions with such zeal but the people starve. Peace no longer rest in their boarders just bloodshed and misery. Nations watch the killings of millions and turn a blind eye what a shame.

The Pharmaceutical companies making drugs that could help so many people; refusing to help those who can not pay for the medications. They would rather destroy excess rather than give it away. The heads of these giant companies in their pinstriped suits and well manicured hair walk around with the blood of so many people on their hands all in the name of greed. By not helping they are just as guilty of murder.

Then in my spirit I soar to the heights of heaven and I sit at the feet of God. My eyes in tears my wings wore because with such haste I flew to beseech The Almighty. He reaches down takes me in his arms while I tell him my cares. He listens and comforts me. He told me he does not sleep and he watches. He promises me justice, peace and to all whom so seeks it the same without bias. In the distance I hear the tatters of horses hooves and I hear him call the horseman’s names as he sends them forward into the earth. I am rested and my soul is full with hope because he watches and justice will be a dish serviced cold.