Lamenting The Lost Poem by Terry Williamson

Apologies to our leaders
Architects of a system of a stolen fetus
Empowering the hands of spiritual cheaters
“In God I Trust, ” for they will not lead us

A blind man prays to hear
Monuments to miracles have been broken
Our strong, we bind in the tents of fear
Holding on to every last past token

Apologies to our mothers
Left single to convert boys into men
I have only sisters, no brothers
I’m the only rooster in a world of hens

The paralyzed prays to speak
The hope for new legs has been extinguished
Our faithful are now prey for the weak
Whose flesh and pride make them distinguished

Apologies to the Most High God
A coping skill for the lowly, weak-minded man
Your name and glory I’ll still applaud
But leave me to my natural plan

The sinner prays for understanding
“This is just who I am”
Our joyful are burdened by the weight of our demanding
Lusts burning, desperate for the oxygen of a cheap sham

Apologies to Christ and the cross you wouldn’t destroy
But thanks for the material for hatred and comedy skits
And proceeds from shirts that read “Jesus is my homeboy”
Your children are victims to kids in skinny jeans with quick wits

The saints pray for the rapture
When the strong will receive wings to fly away
When the faithful will steal away beyond this world’s capture
When the joyful will escape the fragility of the ticking day

Apologies to Satan, this world’s king
I never knew your power was so great
One in 10 is your enemy with wings
That now beholds your dominion of hell’s gate

The writer prays for salvation in that great judgment day
From future tribulation and snares
For the multitudes observed, like sheep, gone astray
Who are lost, having no clue of the death they should beware