Poetry

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Listen Heaven, pay attention,
I need a little intervention;
What has been spoken here on earth,
Does not hold water for its worth.

I raised my children helped them grow,
Taught them all of what they should know;
But they rebelled and went their way,
For earthly pleasures gone astray.

Oxen know their owners also sheep,
But the boys find harlots to sleep;
Dogs know their master who feed them.
As well as scolding to condemn.

My children do not understand,
That they are fed on sinking sand;
They know not the meaning of love,
And its source that it comes thereof.

So how horrible will it be,
For a nation that sins to see;
Its people are loaded with guilt,
A foundation of laws that it built.

Descendants of a different life,
And fled from a persecuted strife;
But somehow abandoned the Lord,
His commandments have been ignored.

Once had wisdom were very wise,
But now filled with deceit and lies;
For they have turned their backs on Him,
Makes the Lord to feel very grim.

Why do they want to be beaten,
Like cannibals children eaten;
Head infected and heart now fails,
Cost too high government entails.

Body has no healthy place left,
Cancer illness committed theft;
Wounds and scars will no longer heal,
I need to make one last appeal.

Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer

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