The Truth! Part 2

What do we say to the proud, treacherous and ungodly;
believing they are superior,
robbing substances belonging to others,
use their energies to build their mansions,
later on, ignore them ... their services are no longer necessary.

Boastful tongues, confessing nothing but lies,
denying opportunities, approving performances
that are irrational,
distributing weapons of destruction,
which increases assassination and larceny.

Lord, cease the darkness and madness;
They are blocking over visions and overcrowding our minds.
Teach us Your faithfulness,
Impart Your fear and wisdom upon us, so we can think wisely
and practice Your righteousness.

What do we do for the less fortunate!
A brother roaming the streets all night and day,
no shoes on his feet, worthless garments....
embellish his delicate frame.

The steps of the Holy Catholic Church,
has become his bed;
the sanctuary where he lays his head.
He eats from the garbage,
no one is willing to share their bread.

Once beautiful skin, it is forever ruin;
parched by the sun, shivers from the cold,
untreated wounds, deepens and divulge
the scars of a broken man.

How can we comfort a single parent!
Mourning the loss of an only child....
Beautiful character! Brilliant mind!
Work so hard to accomplish,
and to prevent the crisis he endured as a lad.

Gone too soon! Pierce by bullets,
fired by a teen ganster, who doesn't know,
or care about the essence of life.
There goes another mother, desperate,
and completely heartbroken.

Another day, another catastrophe;
mass distruction, the enemies impinge again.

The affluent! The indigent!
The guilty! The guiltless!
The hopeful! The hopeless!
Did they all diserve this dire punishment!

So many lives taken, so many hearts remain broken;
disturbed and delusive minds, hovering all around.
When will this symptom disappear!
It is cynical and very hard to repair.

Caught up in the trauma, it is so stressful;
I wish I could care for all the motherless,
fatherless infants, neglected and abused.
Black! White! I honestly don't care.

I wish I could desist the tears, expunge the fears,
dry those sad eyes, gazing at precious memories,
collected over the years.

It doesn't make it any better;
the pain and the void remain the same.
The truth - it hurts!
The fearful world doesn't make it easier.

-By Stephanie McKenzie