Time Poem by James McLain

Time was,
her words gave night to the meaning of day.
All across the fields lay the slain.
Time was,
not closing their open accusing eyes,
hiding I stood up looking at all of the western planes.
Invisible hands that flattened our homes
and thinking like them of revenge.
When did all that we loved fall into their trap,
the trap of their psychology they used against U.S.
Time was,
the passing of time allowed them to prearrange
what happened
that all human beings have need to escape from.
Considered ignorant unable to learn
time was
against U.S. being forced l have through pain learned.
She quietly grew in power
her history she repeated by persecuting her own.
Dark inventions justified killings
of her original secret behind her lofty presence.
Stealthily and unsuspectedly all of this time, time was
I couldn't justify their killing of you
so I starved amidst all their plenty amidst their hate for me.
Enhanced their power but grew, her desire did not
ebb nor flow as it did in history just past.
Now my brothers and sisters on her side you can not be
when finally you die for your end it came unprepared.
We shall soon see to late
and feel the sharp end it will open U.S. up it will hurt
and the purpose to you they never revealed.
Time was not meant to end like this and it must be
and be for the poor like you it must be.
For if a proper Christian you are beyond reproach and persecuted not
and by your less endowed less bretheran be
time has said
that they won't change if change is about being death unseen.