The Easter eggs turned on the baskets in Easter Town.
Refusing to get inside, they began to throw themselves down.
What is happening? Asked a chick, a rooster, and an ugly clown.
They are going crazy, said an old churchgoing lady, with a frown.
She needed them inside those baskets, and it had to be today.
These Easter eggs were frenzied, they wanted things their way.
Tomorrow is Easter, you idiots cannot ruin this day to play!
But she could not get them in any kind of order that day.
In poverty's grip, we struggle to stand
Delays in church programmes, with empty hand
No money, no food, yet we accuse the night
Ignorance abounds, in futile fight
"Kill it! Die by fire!" we cry in vain
While future's labour, we refrain
Little wonder poverty's dark veil remains
As Africans pray, while Chinese innovate and sustain
China rises, in tech's mighty stride
Creating jobs, and a future to abide
But we, in ignorance, our potential waste
Forgetting scripture's wise and timeless taste
"Faith without work is dead," it's written true
Yet churchgoing sleep, won't see us through
Breakthroughs need hard work, consistent and real
Not just fervent cries, or emotional zeal
Balance we seek, between work and prayer
Engaging hands, not just fervent air
For faith alone, without labour's might
Leaves dreams to wither, in endless night
Let's strike the balance, and take the lead
Work and faith, in harmony we'll proceed
No more delays, no more empty cries
A brighter future, with hard work's wise eyes.
So much has changed
in the past 50 years or so
one thing is the word shame
once a friend now our foe
Half a century ago it had a fear
a true fear of God was felt
among a generation back then
when one's heart would easily melt
Churchgoing then was popular
not to attend brought one shame
generally, most of the time did believe
it's all changed but who's to blame?
Today to believe in God and Christ
one's told you've gone completely mad
mankind thinks they know it all
such anti-God foolishness is so sad
Jesus said in the latter days this would come
Man would love self more than God
believers must keep hold of the faith
despite shame hold fast to your sword
Don't be ashamed of God's word
keep on believing no matter what
for God will reward your belief
defeating His enemy's deep dark plot
Born into an ordinary, churchgoing family
No one expected Satan to reign supreme
Relapse and rehab and sobriety chips
Postpartum vacations in the psych ward’s west wing
Three decades of life, aged twice as much
Finally lulled into domestic bliss
The wild can never truly be tamed
Excitement and fire I missed
Turned my passion of life toward writing instead
Cause 50 years old is too young to be dead
Sponsor: Silent One
Contest: Story of My Life in Ten Lines
Date: 9/30/19
A FAMILY OF BIRDS PRAYING TO GOD
Something flowing through my ears
I'm listening
Birds churchgoing-melodies
Whispering
Meadowlarks after dark
Nesting in the trees
Robins and sparrows hiding behind leaves
Must be
A family of birds praying to God
8/16/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Some conspicuous lice met once or twice
With white follicle mites who came out at night
And an upside down tick who did magic tricks
That entertained maggots who shared roasted haggis
With pole dancing worms who wriggled and squirmed
Under Chinese mosquitos munching burpy burritos
Chasing cobwebby crickets selling counterfeit tickets
To shows where no sensible grubs want to go
Warning churchgoing termites that these shows were a blight
On a class of weevil whose bite could be lethal
For marbleized moths drinking steaming Scotch broth
And sanitized beetles who had pins and needles
From sharing cold baths with nonsensical gnats
Watched by camp caterpillars strung out on painkillers
Sharing smokes with loud locusts who were very much focussed
On prostrate praying mantises with suspicious practices
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