Poetry

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How long am I to cry?
But will the Lord hear me?
The violence is why,
Will He come set me free?

Why does He show me wrong?
And watches wickedness;
Destruction does prolong,
Having such aggressiveness.

That is why His teaching,
Like justice not held out;
Comfort from His reaching,
For easing any doubt.

Look among the nations,
Amazed and astonished;
With decayed relations,
Treaties have abolished.

Nations fierce and reckless,
They march throughout the earth;
Making others worthless,
Some lives not see their birth.

They are terrifying,
As well being fearsome;
Justice glorifying,
That has been so loathsome.

Their horses are faster,
Riders from far away;
Acting as the master,
Like a bird after prey.

They come for violence,
Face covered with a mask;
Have taken residence,
In their mosques that they bask.

They treat rulers as jokes,
In a refuge city.
Some treat it as a hoax,
No one will take pity.

They will move like the wind,
When God will show their guilt;
Not being disciplined,
From the sin that they built.

Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer

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