Who Is God
So what think you of God I say
and where and when Did you last pray
Is he an old man in the sky
or King of Kings who reigns on high
His lovely name, by most is used
in swearing filth and thus abused
and though he hung the earth in place
creation spits into his face
Okay, the world is in a mess
and I’m annoyed, I must confess
of war and want and Sin and death
of drink and drugs and crystal meth
Of politics and promises
ignoring evil practices
we give it room and see it fed
then sit right back and watch it spread
But why blame God for all that’s wrong
when we have chosen our own song
instead of doing what Is right,
we welcome dark and shun the light
No wonder then that bleeding earth
still cooling from it’s fiery birth
now tires of it’s warring hosts
spreading hell from coast to coast
We have the power, you and I
to make a difference, 'ere we die
and scratch our names in history
... before we meet eternity
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
