Looking For A Way Out Poem by Bob Gotti

Looking For A Way Out



Stumped, looking for a way out, many don’t know what it’s all about,
A country in crisis financially, but, the bigger picture men do not see,
Many losing the lifestyle they knew, with a darker future, only in view,
The many blind to their moral decay, so prevalent in this world today.

Some looking for a quick fix indeed, knowing there’s a deeper need,
Legislating issues to be solved, as the deeper issues go unresolved,
The very issues creating such woe, relating to places they do not go,
Avoiding the facts that lie ahead; feeding us political rhetoric instead.

The proverbial blind leading the blind, leaving moral principles behind,
Leaders appeasing a liberal crowd; the mention of God never allowed,
Rewarding men not pulling their load, putting many on a slippery road,
Taxing the rich to sustain the poor; only making all, worse than before.

A road where God is pushed aside, and the future for all is quantified,
By the darkened wisdom of man, bringing to light a much darker plan,
By taking the wealth of just a few, then dividing it among me and you,
Rewarding those who labor not; sharing the funds from one large pot.

God smiles upon men who labor, looking on their diligence with favor,
Not upon those who do not work, by rewarding men with a social perk.
If they scoff at God here and now, what’ll happen as leaves are brown?
As men’s dark plans cease to be, in a land that is filled with instability.

The time filling hearts with rage, will begin to turn God’s end time page,
When governments of all the world, shall see the darkest plan unfurled,
With man’s attempt at world unity, proposing to all universal prosperity,
Only to end in great catastrophe, with the return of The God of Eternity.

(Copyright ©03/2009)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Eddie Roa 06 March 2009

a fine rallying cry to carry on despite the finacial woes around us. No easy fixes, no anarchial notions of equal sharing...the need to persevere and to keep on with God's provenance.

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