In Between The Great Divide Poem by Bill Cantrell

Where pigs are led to slaughter,
Holy men drink their blood
All in the name of their sacred god,
For playing in the mud
On the flip side of the great divide,
They slaughter at free will
Without a god we have no shame,
What we coined unborn, cannot be killed
Where pigs are led to slaughter,
How fitting for their blood to run
A deaf ear blocks their cries for help,
On seeing what they both have done
Hewn stones falling from the sky,
And here they prayed for rain
Suddenly it occurs to both of them
They never knew his name
In between the great divide
There is still a chance to change
For those that walk the narrow path,
He grants their prayers for rain