More than four thousand years have passed since we heard of the story of a people displaced and their return into the land of promise. Since then things have evolved. However, strange things have set the tone for humanity to repeat the dark and dismal days of those unfortunate incidences. The moments in time when unrest and chaos ruled the nations in a world of turmoil and distress is upon us. No one seems to have recognized the trends that is leading us back to a place where tyrant once ruled. They were strangers in the land hoping for a new day and a new beginning. So many had hope for a brighter future apart from the hardship and turmoils they endured. Their displacement and feeling of despondency caused them to lose hope. The hope for a brighter tomorrow was clouded in despair. It seemed there was no way out of the traps which held them bound. However, as strangers they had a promise of new beginning.
As a people we have endured over four hundred years of slavery; the burden of injustice tried to break our spirit yet we live on. We were beaten and humiliated, families torn apart but just like dust we rose up from the trenches of anguish and despair; we bored the sorrow and pain hoping for change. Taken from the bottom of ships and sold to the highest bidder yet we live on. Where is the promise of sunshine, the light at the end of the tunnel? Those who profit from our misery are still enjoying the fruits of their ancestors while denying us a place and a purpose for us to grow unhindered. Time has crept up on us yet the dark voices of slavery is crying out from yonder graves; it’s a cry for freedom, a cry for a place we can turn to so that we will no more be strangers in the land of liberty a monument of hope placed on our shores. There are moments it seems we have cross the threshold of time but the cycle has never been broken and so we are here at the junction of injustice crying for mercy to capture us and set us free from the pain. Look at what we have done, look at where we are; we are at the precipice of extinction waiting to be rescued. We run for our lives from our tormentors yet shot from behind; dying in the streets and in the fields. Injustices rules a nation where color is the monopoly that determines who is right or who is wrong.
Time has past but we find ourselves where we started. They are placed in cages, in a holding cells ripped apart from their families, displaced in modern hell. Yet no one has the answers to where they are going. The turbulence of time and the moments of despair has returned to a people seeking refuge. They came to liberty but alas liberty is no more; it has closed it’s doors. The rulers of destiny has become inpassionate turning their back on those crying out for help. What or who have we become? Where has manifest destiny gone? Children are now living as strangers in the land not having an identity and no parents they can turn to. The story is too familiar; it is time we open up our eyes and see the similarities of the times. Are we creating an identity crisis just like times before when generations will be forever lost not knowing who they really are? Let those who are fighting to be elected put things into perspective and focus on reality of the moment rather than lining their pockets with wealth gathered from their empty promises. It’s time to stop the madness and have empathy for those who are strangers in the land.
This behavior is very similar to the times we were taken from our mother land. We were dispersed to every corner of the globe without compassion. Mothers lost their love ones, fathers lost their sons leaving us without an identity. We had no way to identifying who we really were, where we came from and the true roots of our ancestry. We were strangers in the land looking for a place to rest our weary souls. Although we have come this far, the question still remains: Are we heading for the mountaintop looking with anticipation hoping there’s sunshine when the dreams of tomorrow will bring a brighter day? Hate and violence is taking it tole while the flames of hate captures a nation led by an image made of Iron and Clay. Let’s put aside our indifferences and work towards the renewal of human dignity. Though the writing is on the wall, the interpretation can be words of success. It is time to live in peace and harmony instead of being “Strangers in the land!”