Poetry

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The sky has reached it’s boiling point. My heart is racing. What in the world is going on? The sirens are nonstop. I can feel the fear in their eyes. I can feel the pain in their voices. Does anyone hear their cries anymore?
The children are dying in the streets, and the parents are standing in front of the news cameras. Acting all shocked as if this have never been reported before. They covered the dead bodies with the tarps. The house they were in was abandoned, but no one seemed to tear it down. Yet they blame the financial crisis for the house to stand still.
They have no hope. They would rather continue to confide in government instead of confide in Jesus Christ. The new hope, the new government. Only he doesn’t take their money and be gone like the wind. For I’m praying for the city of Detroit. The sky’s the limit. For they need to get their believing in God together.

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