Fiery Stones

Fiery Stones Mammon throws great fiery stones and my God I hope he doesn't destroy us and I am ducking and dodging singing and writing and Christians are all around us still most times I feel all alone children are dieing out rite starving and some have nowhere to go home but you wont here my songs on the radio because Mammon throws great fiery stones and my God I hope he doesn't destroy us will his henchmen burn in hell I know, they'll never defeat Lord Jesus Mammon throws great fiery stones and I just got burned by one of their flames I wonder long can I stay out of their way if one gets me I'll know why and rest in the knowledge that I will rise come the glorious day Mammon throws great fiery stones like a wrecking ball he's destroying our nations financial bones wish he would put'm down and leave us alone guess he's rather build his future kingdom made of fire and stone even all the ones that were thrown even all the ones that were thrown

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Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 9/18/2009 4:30:00 PM

I have read your poetry and enjoyed it. I wish you the best in your writing endeavors. You have done an outstanding job writing this poem. May you have a wonderful and inspiring weekend Mark. Love, Carol

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 9/18/2009 6:48:00 AM

The personification of wealth as a false God destroying the structure of our nation is depicted in a compelling way in this write, Mark. Indeed, our nation's financial bones have been shattered in the battle between those who have money and those who have none. Of course, it is always the poor who suffer at the end of such a battle. But as you say, the righteous will prevail on Judgment Day. Excellent poem! Love, Carolyn

Sara Kendrick

Date: 9/18/2009 4:36:00 AM

Interesting topic money. I like the way that you put it into this form. Keep writing. Sara