**Cover-Ups**
The Cardinals will sing, but let’s confront the truth behind it all. We deceive ourselves, but a higher power knows the reality of these situations: makeup and the cover-ups. The Cardinals' song may be beautiful, yet the raven never returned, while the dove came back, never forgetting what it had seen. It whistles a tune that demands to be heard.
Does it really matter how long it takes or the tone we strike? This involves clergymen, bishops, priests, and deacons. And let’s not forget Rome, where nuns step out of the shadows and proclaim their truth to the world. I will not pretend to be saintly or holier than thou. Remember your vows and acknowledge the challenges that lie within the Roman Catholic Church.
Water! Water! The entire landscape submerged
Grave silence! Except the torrents swift and huge
Intimidating sights, plains and valleys merged
Rushing above the tops of roofs with a surge
Clergymen discoursed it the Almighty's curse
The end of epoch, predictors prophesied
Scientists explained it an eco inverse
Country folk acknowledged it ill-fate and cried
Swept by it the colonies of little birds
Corpses drained by the rapid gush of water
Crashed , ruinous, inexplicable for words
Haphazard the course of life by its slaughter
Debris and uprooted trees drained by the flows
Disfigured the pretty landscape of lush green
Distressing sights remained as heart rending woes
Destruction with all its diabolic spleen
Life becomes an endless and relentless fight.
By mingling, can't we make an adaptation?
Western and Indians' viewpoints may be right
But harming nature leads to degradation
Place : 2nd
O, clergymen, heed my plea,
Be true to your flock, let them see,
The love of God, pure and true,
Be the shining light, for all to view.
Beware of pride and arrogance,
Keep pure of mind, with no pretence.
Love your flock, as Christ would do,
And live a life, of virtue true.
Treat all with kindness, grace and care,
As God has taught, without compare.
Let not your thoughts or actions stray,
From God's commands, each and every day.
Deed that capture what in Jesus’ look
Let it be found in you and outlook.
“Only the dead have seen the end of war.”
Plato
Politicians keep lying
Hate keeps breeding
Jets keep firing
Babies keep dying
Mothers keep crying
Homes keep tumbling
Hope keeps crumbling
Time keeps ticking
Injustice keeps screaming
Funerals keep delaying
Peacemakers keep meeting
Media keeps shocking
Propaganda keeps faking
Tanks keep bombing
Earth keeps shaking
Fear keeps spreading
Soldiers keep fighting
Widows keep weeping
Sorrows keep growing
Babies keep dying
Mothers keep crying
Tears keep flowing
Hunger keeps increasing
Journalists keep reporting
Poets keep writing
Music keeps playing
Teachers keep teaching
Clergymen keep praying
Preachers keep preaching
Protestors keep protesting
Faith keeps searching
Peace keeps fading
Ignorance keeps showing
Missiles keep shooting
Humanity keeps bleeding
World keeps sleeping
Babies keep dying
Mothers keep crying
If lawyers get de-barred and clergymen de-frocked
Does it naturally follow and make sense
That electricians are de-lighted and cowboys de-ranged?
Need some answers, no sitting on the fence!
Can a motorist be de-fined, or a balloon be de-flated
This silliness surely must stop
Do dead mailmen de-liver, are old ships de-ported
Better stop before I call a burly cop
Do musicians get de-noted, dry cleaners de-pressed?
Now hold on, I'm getting quite upset
Can models be de-posed, do tree surgeons de-bark?
Haven't heard any answers as yet
Do skirts get de-pleted, has your hair been de-parted?
This must be some kind of a plot
Artists quit by de-sign, symphonies de-compose?
I think about de-strings a lot!
It is better to ask JESUS what ought I to do, say, write ... than be in the SOUP of History.
HEADLINES: 8 hours ago: UK Banks and Church apologize for Slavery - WHY NOW?
Because BLACK LIVES MATTER. And you thought tjust "law and order" to make more dough.
'Former Bank of England governors and directors profited from slavery, as did a bishop and dozens of other clergymen.
The Bank said it would ensure that images of former governors who were involved in the slave trade are not displayed in its buildings.
The Church described its history as a "source of shame".
"Slavery and exploitation have no place in society," a Church spokeswoman said.'
SOURCE: YOUR INTERNET NEWS
shalom, shalom (God or Mammon, it is your call)! amen
The mighty dragons which came
roaring on that fateful night
took great pride in disintegrating
everything in their sight
Nothing was left that was not
scorched by their flame
although to the fire-breathing
dragons it was all but a game
No trees were left standing
and nay grasses retained green
it took three and a half years
for the streets to scrub clean
There was no building that
wasn't burnt to an absolute crisp
The laughing dragons noted down
another wondrous trip
All the churches did indeed receive
three hundred and thirty-three degrees
The poor clergymen were seen praying
whilst fallen down upon their knees
As the puissant dragons kept up their
ferocious attack, some pastors were heard
screaming for the good lord to come back
When the libraries burned down
it was such a terrible loss for the town
as the most intelligent of the peoples
were nowhere to be found
Then all the pubs and neon clubs were ravaged and wrecked
The fire-breathing dragons just said, "We don't give a feck."
Twelve accusers hoping
Eleven charges pending
Ten summoners summoning
Nine lawyers proselytizing
Eight defendants screaming
Seven protesters protesting
Six reporters reporting
Five ambulances on call.
Four morticians digging
Three activists sitting
Two clergymen preaching
One hangman salivating
And zero politicians waking
from their dreams.
NO BODY BUT JESUS
There are many first responders
Doctors, nurses, lawyers and rescue workers
Laymen, clergymen, Pastor’s, preachers and teachers
Oh
Oh
But none of them
Can save you!!!
Nobody but Jesus
Nobody but Jesus
Nobody but Jesus
Can save your soul
God the Father has allowed
For Christ to take the place for your sins
Only He can redeem your heart and soul
No, nobody but Jesus
No, Oh, no one but Jesus
Can make you whole
You’ll be born again, (if you choose)
No body but Jesus, Jesus the Christ
Nobody but Jesus
Nobody but Jesus
Nobody but Jesus
Can save your soul
5/7/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
From anthology “Sound Track For My Life” 2018©
Gasping
rasping
clasping
grasping
condemned man's last gasping, rasping breath,
hands on the noose clasping, grasping- death
(* Tyburn was the site of public hangings in London from the 12th century,
executing everyone from Highwaymen to Clergymen, at what is now Marble Arch)
For contest 'write me a Tyburn', sponsor Kim Rodrigues
24th january 2018
Once upon a time in times forgotten
A land saw great conspiracy
nameless deleted scores of people
leaders sabotaged investigations
Journalists boycotted meetings
and refused to pen down issues
judges indefinitely suspended hearings
as clergymen refused to hear confessions
Owls that prophesied the homicide
migrated to the mountain hide-outs
the children that witnessed ugly events
could not find speech in their lips
The land of darkness became darker
As ghosts of victims cried quietly for justice
If lawyers get de-barred and clergymen de-frocked
Does it naturally follow and make sense
That electricians are de-lighted and cowboys de-ranged?
Need some answers, no sitting on the fence!
Can a motorist be de-fined, a balloon's mood de-flated
This silliness surely must stop
Do dead mailmen de-liver, are old ships de-ported
Better stop before I call a burly cop
Do musicians get de-noted, dry cleaners de-pressed?
Now hold on, I'm getting quite upset
Can models be de-posed, do tree surgeons de-bark?
Haven't heard any answers as yet
Do skirts get de-pleted, has your hair been de-parted?
This must be some kind of a plot
Artists quit by de-sign, symphonies de-compose?
I think about de's things a lot!
© Jack Ellison 2013
The Cardinals Birds Will Sing
Lying to yourself about this and that
a higher power knows
About the: this and that
The makeup and the cover ups
The cardinals will sing in a
Beautiful tune, the raven never
Came back, but the dove return
He never forgets
What he sees, so he whistles a tune
Does it matter, how long?
How intone: Clergymen
Bishops, Priests and Deacons!
Then there’s Rome: and the Nuns
Come, out of the closet
And sing, to the world.
I can’t be *****. Saintly
Or holier than thou
Sacrilege: remember your vows:
A Trouble, trouble
Roman Catholic Church
What good is the confession
of a compelling woman of deceit
if devoid of remorse and consequence?
Karma has a greedy reach
annoyed by clergymen
arbitrarily marketing divine amnesty
like some bulk commodity
they can't give away.
To the teams of rescuers on the front line in Haiti
The Pilots, the Soldiers, and Truck Drivers
The Doctors, Nurses, and the Aides
The Clergymen, Volunteers
To the average Haitian giving of themselves
To meet the needs of their fellowmen
Your light shines bright in this dark hour
As a beacon to all the world
Rewards more precious than priceless gems
To you and yours are assured
In a place where time can neither erase nor robbers pilfer
God blessings to you all
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