Are We Insane

© David Easom
The earth is stained with human anguish,
By such infamous deeds we canít dismiss,
Why should we all die in terrible torment,
Or be stuck down at any unjust moment.

With our beautiful cities laid waste in ashes,
When the armyís of the powers embrace in clashes,
While the horn of the oppressor is blown,
And the seeds of destruction are sown.

It is for the eyes of the world to find every fault,
And to correct them before our civilization is naught,
What good is it to say that victory was mine,
When in doing so I severed every family line.

Blacks and whites and all shades between,
Know weíre heading for more conflicts then thereís ever been,
And how will we receive Christ when he returns to earth again,
Will he be nailed to a cross once more by us.


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Published: Dec 2008

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