Forks for soups, eat meat with a spoon!
Man’s trying to go to the moon.
He misused the earth, he did not care
Now he’s desperate, to get out of here.
Barking birds and woolly whales
Empty churches and crowded jails
Burdens many, only strong can bare
Lightened best by a righteous prayer.
Sailing plane and floating boat
The Earth quakes in places remote
The identity of God is so clear;
When he walked.. the truth he did share.
Pretty December, tarnished may,
Progressively more men are gay.
Call it what you will, souls ensnared!
The sweet sound, the trumpet’s near.
Forks for soups, eat meat with a spoon!
Man’s trying to go to the moon,
Prideful, he neglect what’s clear;
Man should go on his knees in prayer…
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A wonderful song of a poem, Barking birds and woolly whales Empty churches and crowded jails...brilliant.