Leaving the pulpit frantic

Hebrews 10:24-25

And let us take thought of how to spur one another on to love and good works, not abandoning our own meetings, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging each other, and even more so because you see the day drawing near.

 

 

The age of accountability has finally moved by

It left California long ago and moves towards the Atlantic

No more possibility to stop its deafening grind

as it pulverizes old John Doe and leaves the pulpit frantic

 

How can a few states in depravity have so much influence?

How can all the rest of the nation swallow all of this?

Boston and New York drowning in their own substance

to make conservatives feeble preserved in a deadly kiss

 

We really never sold out we were just being traded

We never had a say-so after our 1st compromising

We’re bottomed out as everything seems faded

We know this to be a lie or so and move into despising

 

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
My country

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