Part 31 Poetry (and still so much left)

The Future That Isn't Ours We Condemn
The children are the future so let's blame them
Let the adult authority be free to act on whim
The machines of blood will be sold off our hands
Sent to kill people in a million lands
But we shall never fear or hide
For we call it another man's genocide
We don't have to worry about the sea, the land or the sky
Let the children save it we have no need to comply
The earth isn't going to vanish before we die
Let the children find out how, we have no reason why
When you are the power and ultimate authority
You can always pass the buck to another to handle the responsibility

They Killed You
They killed you Lord they killed you
They killed you and blamed it on the Jew
They killed you Lord by hate and intolerance
They hated your Word but used it at their own expense
They killed you Lord they killed you by slander and libel
They killed you Lord by rewriting the Bible
They called you a hater, a man of warfare
They called you careless indifferent to our welfare
Christian minds turn atheist from their lies
They defended genocide in your name for their enterprise

Consumerism
No one is talking about the resurrection
Just their defective erection
And hopes of a competent election
In the market talking about natural selection
While truth lays beyond their detection
Blind to the cure of their infection
Sheltered by Harm disguised as Protection
Building walls around Godly affection
And walls that block self-inspection
The Whores of Babylon continue to entice
To just keep buying that crappy merchandise
Exploiting but never remembering Christ
Never looking twice
At the price
Or even thinking about the sacrifice
Or stopping to take instead of giving advice
But I know I should speak nice
Because this is my own vice

Tenth Compilation of Poetry

Moral Majority II
The moral majority is so fond
Of the violent, sexual adventures of James Bond
But if they saw that same show
Go down in the ghetto
They'd judge and condemn
Pointing their finger at them
Using any means to feed the poor is good
As long as you're named Robin Hood
But Big Tobacco
Runs the show
Puts in place the politics and police
In a perpetual process that won't cease
As the police jail every man selling weed
As millions die every decade to tobacco's greed
Sex, violence and drugs are alright if you're rich
But not if you are living in a ditch
You can destroy the ecosystem with your cigar
And your imported sports utility car
But the poor can't fight to survive
As the rich moral majority kill to strive

The Turtle
Although I didn't know her too well
I know my mother left me protected by a shell
When I hatched I found no feather or fin
Just another shell I fit in
I am too slow and too dense
To come to my own defense
I have no mom to look after me
I'd be lucky if I made it to the sea
My only comfort is I can always dwell
Protected inside my shell

The Time Is Gone

The time is gone
No more time to relax for fun
No work is done
No time to sit I have to run
No more sitting by
Enjoying life as time would fly
And without a warning cry
The time and me are going to die