Poetry Post 215

My Generation
Waco, 9/11, Columbine
I sit along the borderline
Finding neither side is fine
A cursed society
Inflicted with calamity
Has shaped its image of me
Religion, politics, social classes
Defines and divides the masses
Life is just this phase thank God it passes

Middleground
If you look around
You will have found
That there are few who stand middleground
There's little balance anymore
On either side of any war
Scales tilted by the bloody gore
So many on each side gone
Still the stenchful battle lingers on
Who can tell the dead they won

What To Die For
I look at the wasteland of our Earth
I wonder what Jesus saw of any worth
The hungry wolf eats the baby lamb and cattle
The rapists and pillagers in lands ruined from their battles
Why did Christ try to bear his Light
To a world that fights for everything except right
Our hope is far too bleak
When our strongest are naive and weak
Those that could be best
Are tempted and swayed by the rest
Don't tell me there is no hell
Where do you think we dwell
We all live in our minds
Where bad lets good lag behind
We live sin in every breathe
The only escape is the other side of death
I just feel Jesus died for nothing saved he missed heaven
Because nothing down here is worth saving