23rd set of Poetry

The Sting Of The WASP
I feel the sting of the WASP pricking at my skin
But the wound that hurts the most is the one within
Segregation splits the whole
And leaves the mind a vacant hole
The WASP fights to defend it's kind which isn't kind
Destroying unity and peace of mind
You cannot see the pain that's placed onto the beaten heart
That comes when the human family is set apart
Prodigal Sons do not see God loves all His Children
That all can hear His Voice from His Home and are welcomed to come in

The World II
The world is being torn apart
By each and every broken heart
The world is dying from lack of Godly love
What it needs is the peace of the dove
But peace is divided into smaller pieces by each war
And the only love we can find is bought from a whore
What are we doing where are we going
Stonewalls and iron curtains cover over what we should be showing
This world will end in a cold fire
If we don't harness natural love and desire
The final destruction will be the final end
If we don't look at our neighbor as our friend

Ideal Relationship
You gave me more than I thought I could receive
A relationship where neither are deceived
Without mind games we become heart menders
We become a credit to our genders