The Violinist

It started out peaceful.

Yet, there was no doubt in anyone's mind,

that the protest would turn violent.

Still, no one would have nor could have,

predicted the blood that was about to be shed.

Two opposite groups,

were clashing -

showing their differences.

No one was backing down.

Everyone was yelling and breathing threats.

Oh the anger...

Subjects arise;

race, injustice, hatred.

Oh the hatred...

Teeth begin to gnash,

as fists begin to fly.

Seconds later, shots ring out.

The crowd disperses,

but the fighting does not stop.

Neighborhoods are burning,

as stores are set on fire.

What was once a peaceful protest,

has then turn to people fighting,

which has then led to killing,

and somewhere along the line,

it turned to drug murders,

gang wars, and home invations.

One day passes,

as the fighting becomes worse.

Another day passes,

as the killings increase.

The third day comes,

and there is no sign of relief.

Night time comes.

It is about three hours away,

till it becomes four days of fighting.

By now most parents,

are making sure all their children,

are safe inside their homes.

Yet, this five year old child goes into her room,

and pulls out her violin,

that she enjoys playing.

Without thinking that she is doing anything wrong,

she walks out of the house unnoticed.

Amongst the fighting, the yelling,

and all the smoke,

she calmly walks down her block,

with her violin and bow in her hand.

Unnoticed by everyone,

she continues to walk down the street,

as she looks around her.

She sees an old pick-up truck,

on the side of the road,

that had been broken into.

She climbs on the pick-up truck,

careful not to drop her violin.

The Little girl now standing,

on the truck, looks around,

and boldly and bravely begins to play.

- Turn your eyes upon Jesus.

- Look full in his wonderful face.

- And the things of world will grow strangely dim,

- in the light of his glory and grace.

The violin overpowers,

every sound being made,

and within minutes the people calm,

as they all begin to walk away.