Stay the Course
No deeply rooted history,
nor implied ordered liberty,
abortion, gutted like a trout,
dismembered, lies there, bleeding out.
Hyperbole is through the roof,
a million times more fun than truth,
and so all things report as true;
they’re coming for gay marriage, too.
The court is not deciding fates;
that can is kicked back to the states.
Now each will rank on published lists:
abortive destination trips.
Chasm widens on the issue:
right to life or useless tissue.
More than ever, we decide
to separate and to divide.
Pro-life Christians must up their game,
not being pro-life just in name.
This is a war, if one will dare,
‘gainst darker forces in the air.
Though victory, hard-fought, was won,
this, a mere skirmish, not that one.
Though joined to us in life and pain,
till His return, work still remains.
With hope, we see a foretaste grand
of life preserved throughout the land.
He is our motivating force,
so we press on, we stay the course.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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