And So We Weep

                        And So We Weep

Will history remember us in years to come?

Those who fought to be heard in the face of injustice.

Those who acknowledged the cries of our neighbor.

The persecuted, the lessor.

Blessed is he who is persecuted…

Are the historians going to record there were those of us who wept?

 Have I not wept for the one whose life is hard? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?

Will they know we felt the pain, the fear, the disappointment of the now, and the future.

Will our grandchildren know that this tore at our very souls?

Or will history record the day we gave our lives to those who ran on platforms of fear.

To a man who stands on bigotry, and greed.

Privilege and ignorance.

What of our littles who look to us with tiny eyes and learn that they don’t matter? Because they call the divine “Allah”.

Because their skin is brown.

Because they speak Spanish.

Arabic.

Will they write of us? Or are we destined to be remembered for fear?

Give us your tired, your poor, your huddled masses...

Will they know we wept, or will they see us building walls instead of reaching out?

Will they know?

And for this I weep.

For our women.

For our families.

For Justice.

For Equality.

For my country that I love.

For a world that was counting on us.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

-Abigail B. Parker November 9th, 2016