Words Too Sad To Write


Words Too Sad To Write

Jesus’ eyes and America’s about to meet,
The soft sound of sandaled feet.
The Wind of God, an American revival,
The only hope for survival.
America has a choice,
Needs to listen to a tiny voice.
Or devastation.
God is watching with an eagle eye,
America is living the ultimate lie.
“Reproductive justice” is the liberal cry,
As they decimate a child about to die.
Justice denied beyond vile,
No judge, jury or trial.
American tears need be shed in a flood,
As her skirts are full of innocent blood.
A shadow of evil rings the Liberty Bell,
Listen carefully to the applause from hell.
Hear a whisper, never give up the fight,
Though this is way too sad to write.

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