Is it really so much trouble, O God, to respond to your people’s cries? Have you truly turned a deaf ear for centuries? Or can you not hear the mothers’ wailings over the sound of gunshots and bullhorns? Do you no longer care to notice the blatant disregard of your laws for life and the complete trashing of justice? Pick up your feet, God; break the cement mold into which they have cast you. Clear the cobwebs from your eyes, for they set you on a shelf to adore but not to follow and you have allowed dust to cloud your vision. In the streets they are calling for you — don’t you hear? On looped newsreels of public execution, they are mocking you — how many times will you stand to be crucified? Save your people, LORD, and save yourself.