The Lucky Few

The Lucky Few

There is great evil in the air

Billions languish in poverty and despair

The lucky few look away to quell their fear

With one financial burp their own demise could be near

Charity helps to relieve their guilty commotion

In giving one hopes one receives a spiritual promotion

But what of all the death and continuum of war

It is in the giving that keeps this sin a perpetual whore

Bombs bursting amid the fertile soil

Buildings once homes now cement piled boils

Children no longer frolic in joyous laughter

Only moans heard coming from the eternal hereafter

Stop the insanity with a loud and clear voice

There is no fear of terror, just a misguided political choice

Rid our halls of all the Luciferian politicians

Bring back joy to God’s dominion.


Thank you,
Joseph Pede