Too late: again?

1 John 5:19 New English Translation (NET Bible)

19 We know that we are from God, and the whole world lies

in the power of the evil one.

 

 

There they come running, hoping to catch the latest train

All bunched together-molded to fit into a nook of shame

Some are carrying sticks and stones, and some are empty-handed

Some in good shape, it seems, and others dragging the stranded

 

Quite a group, it seems just a collection of a group home-shaped stragglers.

A fraternity of odd-balls screaming in silence to escape the self-made hassle.

Somewhere left behind in time and space being over-filled with indifference.

And now searching for a free ride to a life without any sense of hindrance

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My country
Our world

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