To Life, L'Chaim


Remember who created you!
It was not an MD nor a law or two.

It's time we recognize God!
And stop thinking we were made from sod.

The insanity of our laws!
Filled with atheistic flaws.

Nations cannot even get along!
They think folk songs will bring peace 
if sung in throngs,utterly false and wrong.

We tossed The Creator in a very deep grave.
The gods we worship are all false knaves.

Today, when you wake up and see the ceiling,
Who do you think allowed you to a new day's
awakening and living?

So remember commandment four, thou shalt
not kill!
This means any human of any race, religion 
or color you see on the street, city or hill.

All babies unborn are sacrosanct, too!
Stop fretting over animals, when the unborn 
are tossed away like useless shoes.

God's laws are being trampled under the aegis
of women's rights.
Haven't you noticed yet, there is a movement to
disparage anyone born white?

What about the old and the very ill?
Oh, I see, let's get rid of them in the euthanasia 
mill.

God, please help us all to remember you.
To be humble and grateful for all that you do.


5/15/2019
11:30pm PST
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Wolf Avatar
May 16, 2019 at 9:40 AM
Long ago I came to feel that the only solution was to bring one's own kids up right, and perhaps to reinforce the education of the kids of like-minded parents. So, I spent 25 years teaching in Yeshiva high schools, where life is held sacrosanct -- even if the kids are just as rambunctious as kids everywhere else...They somehow emerge with a great value system... I'm a lucky one... Happy Thursday, Gershon
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May 16, 2019 at 12:31 PM
You know, that's an excellent point, the one about Auschwitz. All of this today is a continuation of those dastardly, godless socialists, the Nazis...I have always felt lucky that my immediate family escaped Europe, lucky to be alive. So the appropriate way to honor the 6 million Jews who didn't, is to promote all things Life. No abortion. No euthanasia. No suicide. Instead, L'chaim! ~ gw
Romios Avatar
May 16, 2019 at 9:55 AM
The key by Gershon is correct. It's even madness to watch talking heads have these "conversations" about ending life in the womb. Why don't they use common words like...is it OK to kill. They fog the mind. Birth control is plentiful . There are no kill animal shelters. Human beings? A continuation of continuation of Auschwitz! Panagiota
Beilschmidt Sr. Avatar
May 16, 2019 at 9:13 AM
"In this life, good people are often treated as though they were wicked, and wicked people are often treated as though they were good. This is so meaningless." `Ecclesiastes 8:14 (NLT) Great truth in your poem. When we take God, the only absolute, out of a country it implodes.
Romios Avatar
May 16, 2019 at 12:14 PM
You said it all! With chapters to the Good Book, too Gratefully, Panagiota
Krutsinger Avatar
May 16, 2019 at 6:23 AM
Panagiota, I wish you could let your feelings have a hey-day! Hey, this is that day! It reads like a fire and brimstone sermon, so how about that? Everyone cannot do this, my friend.
Romios Avatar
May 16, 2019 at 9:46 AM
You are funny, Caren. Poetry can be funny, tragic, sexy, dramatic, etc. I don't hang out in churches. These are my feelings. And I realize, most of the planet does not think my way. Murder is fine..not in my soul. By a violent criminal or by a needle. Panagiota
Romios Avatar
May 16, 2019 at 2:50 AM
You, like the flowers of the Islands are magically sweet! Alona, Panagiota
Kelii Kekaula Avatar
May 16, 2019 at 2:44 AM
I admire your countenance, your presence of mind Panagiota, Aloha wk
Romios Avatar
May 16, 2019 at 2:52 AM
William..less above box for response, My error.
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