They Tell Me

They tell me it’s your will I wonder why Why would you want a war Where children die? They gather in the scent of ancient must To tell us faith will heal, but we must trust That if we draw the dragons from their cave A “warrior” will come, and we’ll be saved That if our life has been a grand display We will avoid the wrath of judgement day. The simple fact that strikes me very odd They all claim “the one and truthful god” And I, poor fool, am lost within the din Of claims that he is coming, just not when. So as the blood soaks into crusted earth I ponder a “god’s” will and what it’s worth. John G. Lawless ©5/8/2022