Life starts ... reaping

Galatians 6:7 

Do not be deceived, God is not mocked;

for whatever a man sows, that he will also reap.

 

 

Life starts at the end ... who will lead me there?

Existence somewhere paved the road causing many potholes

Warning signs galore ... most faded through time’s sphere

Ignored by eyes that barely see ... blinded by selfish goals

 

Everywhere folks broken down as they went sideways

No energy seems left in them being tired of seeking help

The church here and there has very much to say

About reaping what you sow and that we know so well

 

Most have insurance sold to them by selected puppets

All they tried to do somehow is make a buck for self

Justifying their existence telling others to get crutches

For honesty and integrity are words they seldom try to spell

 

Life goes on supposedly as death leads the way

Humanity selectively makes their desire rule

Guided by depravity that imprints jars of clay

to mold its very image as darkness seems no fool

 

Jan Wienen

This poem is about: 
Our world

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