It seems we live life’s book in stages;
so much, ordained; before we begun;
each, only allotted so very few pages;
we act out our roles, till we’re done.
As I look back; all life seems unreal;
in life’s play, I’m seldom engaged;
it seems as though I can no longer feel;
my mind, spends it’s time, backstage.
In one sense, my thoughts are still keen;
my awareness, remains in full charge;
much of the world around me, obscene;
evil’s kingdom oft seems to enlarge.
Division is victory; accomplished by traitors;
unity is difficult to break down;
much easier, than to assault with invaders;
a pleasant smile, wins more than a frown.
Hostility is the mantle of godlessness;
the wealthy have captured the throne;
unable to conquer such uselessness;
unless we trust God, alone.
How can we endure such a fractured place;
filled with such hate and contempt?
Such hate and loathing, bring on disgrace;
only Love can make us exempt.
The only true conflict is Love versus hate;
the serpent’s challenge to the God above.
To the father of lies; far too many relate;
respond to the Father of Love.