just five years old, her parents dead
no one around to keep her fed
the little girl to death did yield
her body strewn upon a field
they needed fighters for their war
been using kids just over four
the little boy they strapped with fire
then told him when to pull the wire
Salem was the place she loved
her town seemed blessed by God above
until the day her neighbors changed
upon a pole her body hanged
he never spoke against the king
to challenge God was not his thing
an evil bird defamed his name
a dungeon dark, his claim to fame
all of the innocents who died in vain
all of the mourners who felt the pain
all of the billions who lost it all
all of the souls who had to fall
... are not forgotten
THEY ARE THE TOMORROW PEOPLE!
how many innocents over the millenia have perished in vain?
John 5:28,29; Acts 24:15
The hope for resurrection it's the
most wonderful all promises that one could ever receive
Amen to a better world, for "the tomorrow people"
Thanks. I'm a new fan. Hope you get to check out more.
wow this is a seriously powerful poem, your very talented and it really made an in pact when i read it. very beautiful. I hope to see more work of yours soon
Awesome job and message...I also believe in the resurrection
King James Version (KJV)
28 Marvel not at this: for the hour is coming, in the which all that are in the graves shall hear his voice
I like the fact you pick a variety of topics to write about
Thanks. Yeah I like to have an eclectic mix. Whatever mood happens to strike
It was nice
I do not know all I can do is live unselfishly
yes and look to the future for divine retribution
Made me cry again. Good job!