I Dream of Being Wrong
I Dream of Being Wrong!
It's so frustrating, God but it seems that it's true
What I see in my heart it's Your pleasure to do!
Still, I wish Lord some dreams might get lost in Your will,
Though our lessons suggest, You feel love for us still.
"I AM" right! With no thinking? Do some share your dreams?
When I see evil coming, hate rise to extremes,
Should I climb in my ark Lord or trust rainbow's pledge
(As Trump's minions with arsenals dance on life's edge.)
When our timetables differ Lord, sometimes I fear
That my prayers (am I selfish?) did not find Your ear,
Must men soil the whole planet till climate suspends
Any hope of survival? Flea's fleas have no friends!
With the heat slowly rising, firebugs in a sweat
An iceberg in hell dies of sunstroke and yet,
All the science deniers toast first! What a joke!
They did exit with flair! "Oh my God! 'Rapture' Smoke!"
Brian Johnston
7th of October 2018
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