Let It Not Be In Vain (In Memory Of Brother Botham Jean)

Botham Jean was a member of the Church Of Christ as am I. From all accounts he was a faithful member and a wonderful person full of love. His death is beyond sorrow it is a tragedy. Botham Jean was gunned down in his own home. He did no crime or nothing wrong at all. The question is will the murderer go to jail? She is a police officer. But you can help forge the future by your own actions. Let your voice be heard. The death of Botham Jean, let it not be in vain. 

Let It Not Be In Vain (In Memory Of Brother Botham Jean)

By John Kaniecki

With saddest sorrow

I must say

That the news became real today

The statistic on the chart

Was a piece of my heart

My brother Botham Jean

I had done no wrong

Committed no crime

I was in my own home

Passing time

When I was gunned down

To their shame

They slander my name

Trying to cast the blame

That I should take the fall

I who did no wrong at all

Jesus says ‘vengeance is mine’

I believe in the divine

But this is a world of laws

And justice is my cause

Shall the system fail?

Or will righteousness prevail?

There is nothing more that I can do

My fate is up to you

For if my murderer goes free

The killer who was at fault

The killings they will not halt

Do more than feel your pain

My death, my life

Let it not be in vain

“Whatever ye have done to the least of them”

“So have ye done unto me”

For all around planet Earth

To each child given birth

They deserve compassion and love

That is pleasing to God above

Endless war, colonial oppression

Listen to the mighty lesson

There is no neutral ground

Where are you found?

Are you a friend to the poor?

Or a wicked man lusting for more?

This genocide by the police

This constant lynching it must cease

To be gunned down in your own home it is insane

Let it not be in vain

May my death be a spark

To ignite a flame in this world so dark

And to Almighty God we shall turn

And the lessons of Love learn

No matter rich or poor

Black, yellow, red or white

We are equal in God’s sight

Even to those who wear the blue

The law applies to you

From the grave I cannot personally explain

My death it is full of sorrow

I have not one more tomorrow

Let it not be in vain


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