Master Carpenter Poem by James L. A. Huetson

There is a master carpenter that I love,
Who gathers messages from above,
Then gives them to me in a manner clear,
And alters my spirit so I can hear.
Among the messages are lessons he taught,
Are things that I ought and things I ought not.

It was declared long ago without any pity,
That love of money is the root of iniquity.
Kings of long ago exacted silver and gold,
From the people whom they never told,
That the rulers then used those taxes to spill,
The blood of innocents across every hill.

Money equals power in the world of men.
The struggle is always to achieve dominion.
It takes money to make even more riches.
Addiction to money is the greatest of itches.
The bodies of butchered women and children
Cry out to the world of a dream in ruin.

A Soldier is given lies until he forfeits
His life to secure the corporations’ profits.
Business executives follow on the soldier’s heels,
To establish profitable business deals,
Bringing with them laws and enforcers
To prevent rebellions, strikes, and protesters.

Those who love money can never love others.
They use and manipulate all of their brothers.
They enslave anyone they can for a profit,
While those who escape must be thrown in the pit
Of despair, anguish and hopeless humiliation
In order to conquer each and every nation.

What then can be our only deliverance?
Must we always chase after dollars and cents?
Perhaps we must return to living the law.
The rule that only the carpenter saw.
Love your enemies; bless them that curse you,
And onto Love you must always be true.