I Call Upon All Of You - Poem by keith Durante
I called upon God just last night
I asked if we were living wrong or right
the answer I heard left me quite disturbed
it seemed God was somewhat perturbed
not that God was indifferent or didn't care
but that I asked didn't seem fair
'I gave you a luscious mountain view
you cut it down and sold it for a pew
I send prophets of love to seduce your senses
you insist on flags and strategic defenses
many the hands to hold one another
you clench fists killing sister and brother...'
'...you talk of gains and the marginal line
yet make Heaven so hard to define
you zest for war and kill in my name
your balance sheets are not in my game
the vision of life, of love, and beyond
lives in your heart not the preacher's wand...'
'...if it isn't joy it's therefore not right
I call upon you, each and every night...'
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