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Free Cee This Is To Make Vienna Reconsider Her Assertion
DOES HE, WILL HE, IS HE? It makes one wonder, it makes one think It makes one’s heart begin to sink Is He, will He, does He hear? Does he consider a child’s fear? I don’t know and may never will Is He something or is he nil? Is He someone in which to believe? While a child’s mother is given to grieve I am weary, I am tired While in the muck of misery I am mired Headlines scream but are silenced too soon While I mourn yet another midnight’s moon Where is He whom so many know, while my fear and queries grow? My questions mount like mountains high Is he a fairy tale or simply a lie? It makes one wish, it makes one pray But where is that missing child today? Newspaper clippings grow yellowed with age As I highlight the words inked upon an aged page It makes one’s hope fade like that ink As one continues to wonder and think There sit I amidst the pious in pews As I begin to believe He must ignore the news Some are found alive and some are found well Alas too many are lost by the hands of a born-again hell Too few of the damned ever hear a jail cell slam And if He is real then I wonder if God really gives a damn © 2010…..free cee!
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