[A brief reflection after a night out at our month’s ministry location on Bangla Road, Phuket’s infamous red light district.]
When Will Injustice Be Out of Style?
I see the lives they live
I cannot judge or begin to understand
For who am I?
I am not a slave, but I am not fully free
Choices come into play
But it takes more than beauty
More than brains
To know what to do and where to go when dreams crumble and bills add up
Social status disgusts me
Love looks like a dirty trick
Compassion is dead and denied
Lust rules and changes lives
When will the sun shine?
When will your conscious awake?
When will injustice be out of style?
When will their value be based on their souls and not their shapes?
