Like
oozing spills of toxic waste
Our
virgin shores destroy its prey
Polluting
lands where children play.
The
courts have now become like gods
Whose
laws no longer stand for truth
Where
innocence is bathed in shame
And
those who murder feel no blame.
The
bitter cries of those unborn
Are
ripped apart and left to die
And
then we wonder what is wrong
Our
Nation is no longer strong?
Just
look around both far and near
Our
streets are full of drugs and fear
With
guns in school with sex and crime
And
no one lives with peace of mind?
The
prophet sounds a red alert
That
judgment lies within our gates!
But
hardened hearts respond in scorn
Still
looking for Utopian's morn.
So
weep and wail the time has come
God’s
Bowls of wrath are soon to flow
But
only those who fear His name
Will
find escape from judgment’s blame.
Ben
Pent
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