Ancient Calls To Man's Wars By Trumpets Of Wasted Woes Poem by Michael Gale

Ancient horns sound the trumpet's wars...
Across great divides of landscaped shores.

Avast ye days of man's despites...
Ritualed war like behaviored dislikes.

Anger from man to men of country's longing for wars...
Detestment of others as greed ignites hatred inflamed as peaced abhores.

Spears are tossed as arrows of flames burn and ignites...
Destroying all hope of quiet peaceful nights.

Man must conquer his brother in arms...
Not even calm thoughts or evened tempers may extinguish
perditions of greed and envy that sweeps about great piles that hurts and harms.

Clearness of thinking can only be birthed through the teachings of God...
Jesus Christ was our teaching tool and a most holy rightful Godly lightening rod.

To strike us down in brain's denial...
T'will enable us in our judgement day's final trial.

For God will judge us all on judgement day...
For from our sins of play that most passed errored of ways that fateful final day.

Will we be reunited with God way up in Heaven's kingdom? ...
Forgiveness of sins will seem useless if we do not change our
ways and confess our beliefe in Jesus Christ that died on the cross
and has arisen.

Our place will be next to God, will it not be? ...
Yes it will, if we are sorry for our sins, and have as God and Jesus,
our own loving beliefe in he, and the son of he.