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World's pollution


Satire

 

Ephesians 6:12 

12 For our struggle, is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the powers, against the world rulers of this darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavens.

 

 

Populations 

 

Looking around in a world so confused

in marvel, I just wonder.

Why is it that when things go wrong

responsibility belongs up yonder?

 

In Russia, Baghdad or Iran

where hatred rules my heart and yours.   

Still, we don’t sense where we’ve been

surely not searching for the “Truth”?

 

In the realm of dark and shady grey

we sit back for a free ride.

We re seldom wrong when we judge the lot

the “ones” on Satan’s side.

 

Amazing so as we justify the flow

of our perpetual inclusive onslaught

of the guilty and the innocent

for reasons without a root-cause.

 

We live in a nation “ruled by God”

the “god” of this world that is.

There is no denying as we slowly fry

our conscience gently to a crisp.

 

Jan Wienen

 

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