A couple more poems

Hanging High:

Act I:
All alone,
darkness creeps into his soul, mind and heart
All light fleets from him.
Alone, with no one to comfort him.
Tears stain the note
Hate, confusion, and despair stain his life.


Now he hangs high,
for his roommates to find.
This world holds him up there.

Act II:
All alone,
evil pumps in his veins, and saturates his soul.
All goodness left him long ago.
Now he is before the judge and jury,
convicted of a triple homicide.

He was guilty of crime before the trial,
at the time of birth.

Now he hangs high,
a reminder of a fallen, criminal world.

This world holds him up there.

The FINAL Act:

All alone,
holy and pure.

The Father forsake him,
to finish the job.

Crowned with sin,
and pierced with iniquity,

He died for us.

There He hung high,
to show the perfect love of God.

His love held Him up there.

Epilogue:
Not alone,
though the world forsakes me.

I cling to my cross,
killing off the flesh
never coming down,
finishing this race


Here I will hang high,
to show the world His Glory

I am held here by His redemption.----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Ode to America:

The blood of martyrs is used to write history
To me it’s a mystery
How Hitler was a tragedy
But the genocide against Native Americans was Manifest Destiny.

Phony Christians,
Make the best politicians
Liars,
Slave owners
Anti-Christ Warmongers

From South America to Baghdad
Count the dead
Babies, women and me- all have bleed
This Empire, it’s just another horn on the head.

You're dread,like disease, continues to spread
Calamity you have bred!
Evil sleeps in your bed
Since with Satan, you've been wed.

How can God bless a nation
Where colonization
Materialization,
Corporations,
Idol imitation,
Racial extermination,
Economic mobilization,
And moral sterilization
Have come before His praising?

Spiritually dead
Whore Babylon, rejoice now
And drink your wine
For your time is soon at hand.

Your deeds are known
Your colors have shown

Inner cities starving for food and God
Are ignored, only heard on IPods
With the ghetto gospels
Of getting rich quick, or die trying
Many end up dying
with their souls crying
because of your denying
them love, lying
telling them that defying
is a way of implying
that they'll be flying
high, in a society
that denies
their very suffering.

While the world thirsts and hungers
You look for creams to make you look younger
Vain Idols
Your culture is suicidal
Homicidal
Living idle idols

Churches full of self made millionaire saints
Praising the god of wealth
While rejecting humanity
Speaking their heretical blasphemies.
Teaching a Christianity
filled with insanity
vanity
and spiritual profanity.

All things have an end
And yours is soon.
The mercy you have shown others,
Will be shown to you.