a lament for Alton and Philando

Though all the facts remain hidden to us
the fact remains you didn't deserve to die.
Who will speak your names before the ages? 
We will speak. I will speak. Fear be damned. Selah. 
Opened fire into your bodies.
Once whole, now broken the body of God. 
Fear be damned and you be raised, raised with Christ. 
Fire your baptism, flame your purity,
remembered by the saints, the sages,
restored one day to us, but not today. 
Inconceivable the loss, your absence.
Incontrovertible the injustice.  
Even still, now attempts to justify 
eviscerate your dignity, memory; 
never is this acceptable, never. 
No one deserves to go this way, witnessed
dead and innocent by innocents. 
Someday promises of deliverance 
seem petty, weak, frail failures on our ears. 
Deliver us from evil, uniformed, 
donned whatever clothes that hide sin's white face. 
Extend a promise - not words - in actions. 
Enter in justice's day. Evermore
a cry for change, for peace, equality;
and yet, until then. lament rises up. 
Dead. Two friends dead. Alton, Philando, dead. 
Dead. Two friends dead. Friends of Christ, friends of ours.