Pigs Would Fly Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Once I was young full foolish pride
Arrogance streamed galore
Self; ruled as king with lust as guide
Living as Satan’s whore

Wandering lost carousing blind
Hoping to satisfy
Yet nought, nor no-one could I find
To show me how and why

How much I tried myself to see
How deep sometimes my thoughts
Yet always peace would elude me
Regardless where was sought

How come still happiness failed me?
Why joy was not for long
How in the world could I be free?
Not knowing what was wrong

My friends behaved and lived as I
My neighbours quite the same
I’d heard as a child of God on high
But never knew His name

Religion couldn’t help me much
Constantly at war
If God still lives He’d be in touch
And open up a door

He’d send someone to make amends
Or come Himself instead
He’d end the wars make enemies friends
And help the walking dead

If hell were real and Heaven true
Then pigs perhaps would fly
And fools would live the way I do
Until the day they die