Is God more sad than angry
At the way we treat His World,
At the way we treat each other
And the way we treat our selves.
We cut the trees and **** the soil
In search of wheat and coal
We strangle rivers and trash the sea
While poisoning the air we breathe.
We push the powerless aside
And claim what’s theirs is ours.
We look away when evilness
Controls the land we live in.
We shun the neighbors down the street
For they don’t vote like we do.
We relish our entitlements
Won on the backs of others.
I think God’s had about enough.
His sighs become tornadoes.
His tears are rain that never stops.
His mercy is now cold as ice.
I think we’d better all stand up
And see what we’ve become
And change it for our children’s sake
Before God has the final word.
ljm