The Great Controversy. Poem by Ogolla Enock

There is a war that's constantly ranging
between truth and error, between right and wrong.
The battlefield is the mind, the defining factor is choice
and the borne of contention is control.
Whoever controls the mind of men, runs the world.

Right is hard to execute but it brings peace
and adds no sorrow with it. Wrong is enticing
but green grass in a snake.
Eventually, it works to a person's demise.
But it's all a matter of choice

The world cunningly invents ways to promote evil
and cushion its effect, making it more acceptable.
In no other time than this has evil raised its wounded head
and reigned like a king. Humanity is ripe for payday.

Men, either blinded or void of conscience,
parade and competes in partaking error but the price
they pay isn't just cash but their soul and their peace.
The aim is to create a colony of colossal wrecks.
But it remains a matter o choice.

God sees the mess and cries out, "O mankind, I wish
I wish you knew what's for your good peace,
And how I longed to gather you under my wings
But you refused. Now your house is left desolate."

Though error sells like hot cake and gets front page ads
while right barely gets a sale or a last-page column,
truth and her friends shall never suffer loss
nor be brought to shame when payday dawns.
It's all a matter of choice.