anthem


by Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer

a rapid descent

geologically slow

the evil intent

everybody must know

people crushed by the climb

of the power of doom

blood the trickles on down

in economic boom

if we did own the poor

and the children

unborn

and the mentally ill

and the older forlorn

ought we use them to make

the more wealthy more rich

elevate price of oil

crippled leave in a ditch

if we care for ourselves

only evil survives

if we do for the rist

Your promised peace arrives

Love, take over our plans

end the selfish abuse

bring Your grace to our land

we are just too obtuse

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