God Be Praised Poem by Leaking Pen

God Be Praised



I do not care to travel to the Promised Land
Where continuing fighting goes on for its sand,
And prejudice for being God’s chosen is not my type
Nor its man made nurseries, forcing tomatoes to ripe.

No thank you I’ll stay put I am a peaceful man,
Yet it saddens my heart terribly and I wish I can
Extend a helpful hand to all the refugees who flee,
A much needed lifeline in the Mediterranean Sea.

Refugees seeking a new life away from strife
What nations left behind can come to life?
Where little girls have no control over their lives,
And are kidnapped to become illegitimate wives!

With depravity and refugees worsening economic conditions
While my family rests from the flu, - advice from our physician-
And sip on hot ready-made soups and dip warm baguettes,
And I thank God for not having a big mortgage or any debts.

These abundant blessings become evident and clearer in my mind
About those who are fortunate and turn a blind eye like my kind,
And my family’s imagined pain comes through our HD TV screen
Live broadcast; and by tomorrow we’ll forget what we have seen!

“Damn it! My football game is on; turn back the TV to the sport channel.”
Yelled my son with a voice that nearly pierced the stained glass panel,
And it made my conscious wonder, what kind of children have I raised?
And are they spoiled rotten? But our Life is good here, God be praised!

Sunday, May 10,2015
Copyright Leaking Pen 2015

Tuesday, September 29, 2015
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Wellington, New Zealand
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