Prey ... satire

Titus 3:11 

11 You know that such a person is twisted by sin and is conscious of it himself.

 

 

Maybe the answers to me ... are hidden on the surface

For everyone to see by searching in one’s self

Weakness dressed in strength … calling it a purpose

Enslaved in being free ... from midnight to twelve

 

Searching through the trash of human degradation

Calling it a study for the betterment of all

Winding up in a clash with conscious edification

Calling it a hurdle to be removed after all

 

Pick the ones to follow on your path of confusion

Asking for the price that only the soul can pay

Winding up hollow with sin’s constant infusion

Never able to pay twice with only one life today

 

Jan Wienen

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world

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