O Dear God

“O Dear God
by Maisie Aletha Smikle

Thank God
He covers
With His glory
From up above

Bestowing His grace
On nations of race
Shunned scorned and battered
Four hundred years

The tears they shed in pain
Could flood the widest plains
The prayers they prayed
Could cover the largest ocean bed

Justice refuted and rebutted
Their spirits churn
Perplexed they wondered
If their excruciating pains

Were in dire vain
Their descendants
Got no gain from their great grandparents pain and shame
Descendants seek no justice

For their great grand parents pains
Instead descendants wrap their arms
In acceptance that their great grandparents pains
Were in grave vain

Justice! Justice!
If not for you
But for your poor great grandparents
Who knew only woe and sorrow and a life full of horror”

― Maisie Aletha Smikle