Without You Noticing God Do Millions Fall? Poem by Terence George Craddock

we love you God in the place you dwell
it is time for us to leave, to go to battle hell;
without you noticing God not even a sparrow falls
but in wars women children bleed, suffering starvation calls;
in World Wars millions of men die with your presence hid
without you batting an eye lid, into bloody soup war millions slid;
millions cried out to you in their pain their anguish their need
but only evil kept marching serving demons, beasts of blood greed;

we love you God in the place you dwell
hell is on earth this world horrors swiftly tell
millions billions called out to you as they dust fell;
we have learned all the peoples of the world
are but dust under the feet of unconquerable armies
arrogance daring cruelty are war's demon seed;


Copyright © Terence George Craddock