You Can Create the World
Peace?
No, not in the halls of Congress!
And no, not in the fractious halls
of the United Nations.
Nor in major city streets.
And no I can't demand you fall
down and adore me simply
because of the color of my skin.
Nor shall I rise and put you on a
pedestal, either.
We just don't get it.
We are all sisters and brothers.
The ignominious and insane fight
between races and ethnicities is the in-sanest like no other!
Demanding equal rights whilst
crushing God's most just laws.
He gave us all gifts whether born
in tents or penthouses.
But. if you were born wealthy, you
are hated and considered louses.
We all are born, and breathing.
And yet...humanity is seething?
To do good men in, to knock them
down!
Anyone who walks in the Lord knows this.
Our country run and advocated by vicious power mad clowns!
All media helping to shred the USA and put other countries down,
Virtue is a joke these days, we yawn in selfish, atheistic malaise.
Led by the bitter enemy(Satan)
Who adores and advocates calumny and calamity.
Hiding behind a devious cloak he.
Worse, getting us all hooked in.
Far more than a joke.
There is plenty to fear.
Almost
Suppression of speech, our
despicable silence in the murder
of children, Christians and Jews.
Closing churches, I mean who
needs God?
Schools getting worse, adoring
the climate control as Savior.
Totally ignorant that such a lie
is perpetrated by soul traitors.
Nations awash in dreadful sin.
Perversion is adored as a right
to take great pleasure in.
Who has the chutzpah to blow
the Shofar and set us right?
And leaders that are conduits,
not of God, but of our ruination.
Of we, the American Nation and
all other countries, too.
The best leaders have targets
on their backs.
And we can't wait to destroy them.
We dance with glee, so tragically.
Bringing down God's wrath on us.
The stars we write of will fall from
the heavens.
The moon you adore so much, too.
The total earth about to be destroyed.
Because we stay mum to remain
our "best"status here.
And none or few will have the courage to reply to this.
We drool over butterflies, flowers,
bees and such.
The poets who sing of God, well?
They are not read much.
And as for poetic backbone, I just
wonder how much we have?
A sunflower will not save us, nor
a bird nor a leaf.
Inviting our own destruction, we write-on.
We sit mute bringing on our final shadow and eternal destruction.
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Panagiota Romios
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