“So - Help Me, God”
A prayer it is (a little late
When horse is out, you close the gate),
But nonetheless, a comma, dash,
Conveys a pause, in which one asks –God for His help for times are tough
For anyone – events now rush
Their forward ways, and there we are –
Resources insufficient are.They are, of course, that way each day
We wake on earth to find our way;
Illusion it will go all right
Prevails, despite approaching fight.Poor nations rise join G-eight group
With crumbs we left to make their soup;
They say, “No more; we’ve had enough”;
We say naïvely, “Things are tough”.So Donald Trump says, “Let me lead
These kids whose dads we asked to bleed
For us to win this better life
Through warring past, to make things bright.“You pour it out – contempt indeed –
Pass laws to have infernal weed;
While sending boys to death to pay
For errors made by you today.“That shift in GDP which flows
From rich to poor in end will go,
But in between you’ll have us pay
In blood to ease your merry way.”“So, help me, God” we mindless say
As magic, more than words we pray;
Requesting help to make it through
Tough times ahead in all we do.Thanks Lord for this.
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