It’s just after 5AM but I am up,
Compelled to write and share with you
Bad images
From video and TV.
I gave you a newborn calf being killed by a lion or something.
But there are countless more.
Young seals being swallowed by killer whales.
A young queen bee stabbing its rivals to death before or after they hatch.
An unlucky wildebeest is pushed by a panicked herd
Back into the river
And into the jaws of a crocodile.
Survival of the fittest
Or luckiest.
Animals running about some abattoirs
Trying to escape death.
Fighting for their lives.
Watching their siblings die.
Enter Man.
A groggy man has survived being shot by a firing squad
So a soldier walks up to him
Puts a pistol to his head and fires
So the man falls
Fountains of blood pumping up from his head
To Beatles music.
Rows of orange shirted men kneeling
A hooded man behind each one
With sword ready at the throat…
So many horrors.
No fiction.
I wonder what God thinks….
Paul Butters
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 12:38 AM UTC
It’s just after 5AM but I am up,
Compelled to write and share with you
Bad images
From video and TV.
I gave you a newborn calf being killed by a lion or something.
But there are countless more.
Young seals being swallowed by killer whales.
A young queen bee stabbing its rivals to death before or after they hatch.
An unlucky wildebeest is pushed by a panicked herd
Back into the river
And into the jaws of a crocodile.
Survival of the fittest
Or luckiest.
Animals running about some abattoirs
Trying to escape death.
Fighting for their lives.
Watching their siblings die.
Enter Man.
A groggy man has survived being shot by a firing squad
So a soldier walks up to him
Puts a pistol to his head and fires
So the man falls
Fountains of blood pumping up from his head
To Beatles music.
Rows of orange shirted men kneeling
A hooded man behind each one
With sword ready at the throat…
So many horrors.
No fiction.
I wonder what God thinks….
Paul Butters
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