Cock-A-Doodle-Doo Day After Day
Life’s not all fun and games, no sir -
even war games under the waxing sun.
Cock-a-doodle-doo day after day
as the ground gives way to waves.
And we wave goodbye, have another cry,
blame the other guy, don’t even try
to figure out the way to God’s heart.
After all, your god, is a god of war.
Whatever side you’re on, you figure
he’s on your side too. Zap that chap,
have no mercy. The nails had no mercy.
The thorns had no mercy. Christ’s blood
soaked the soil. We till and toil,
we live, we die - day after day.
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2023
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