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Psalm 51:17 

17 The sacrifices God desires are a humble spirit—
O God, a humble and repentant heart you will not reject.

 

Sad

 

Line up the heroes in a row. Let them be admired

Bestow upon them attention that justify our means

So as our values go undergirding forms of pride

Our idols not to mention as they master us unseen

 

Captured by the enemy with not even a fired gun

Military personnel the true heroes of our day

The real will die in infamy and when it is all done

The ones who went through hell for us will be shoved away

 

So are the ways in the West as the doers get so little

The free ride is handed out to whoever the media picks

How can we invest while our senses are so brittle?

In places where truth lost its clout as the nation is plain sick

 

Jan Wienen

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