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From Standard Times Press News Paper ENTERTAINMENT Sadly, the world is rushing, racing and falling Why the vicious clamor for wealth like power While the hopeless are dying no time for caring Is poverty a blot and materialism frankly vanity? Kids are shirked as crime becomes an epidemic Eternal worry: Is prosperity our ticket to glory? Oh folk now time, listen to the voice of silence.
Endlessly spouses viciously fighting for divorce, Children so worried, watching, madly screaming Preachers are preaching unbelievers find the exit Saints are praying violence intrudes un-invited As teachers are teaching the students shoot them Doctors are humans, patients suing many dying Who has time to listen to calm voice of silence?
Angels are praising Lucifer is furiously angry It’s the norm driving, eating dialing all at once Time’s ticking amid chaos in endless whining Birds sweetly singing very happy and praising Wealth surges, many ailing and untold dying Lust for prosperity, greedy folk stock-piling Jesus is sadden, calling, longing and waiting Poor and weary listen to the voice of silence.
Tempers are rising danger seems imminent Anger explodes and terror dawns uninvited Lives endangered as guns load target wildly Triggers are deadly sudden innocent deaths Paramedics rush in, pulses already hopeless Our world’s worried, confused and nagging About time we listen to His voice of silence.
Disposable
Welcome to cut-throat global business Where hired labor is easily disposable Profit is the agenda, never sentiments No sympathy, empathy as conscience Today’s employers are like machines Some do lack feelings of compassion Seem inhumane, greedy self centered. Hardworking as deserving employees No exceptions everyone’s disposable Some highly skilled once highly paid Too complacent, we are all disposable Still unskilled, receiving meager wage Keep producing or become disposable.
Business conducts production for profit Could one get fired without any notice? No problem laws are easily manipulated Where’s job security that earlier existed? Just bought a house, car, and got married Nothing personal it’s a business decision Labor and machine are equally disposable But God is not in this disposable business.
Roland Bankole Marke © 2008 From; Teardrops Keep Falling; A collection of Therapeutic Poems: ISBN; 0-615-12405-4 By Roland Bankole Marke, published by Minuteman Press. Visit his website on: www.Rolandmarke.com © Copyright by www.standardtimespress.net |