We Struggle In A World

We struggle in a world where children are dying to survive,
And there’s nothing we can do to keep them alive.
We sell their bodies and dope their brains.
We give them homes that drive them insane.
We clean out the alleys to service the rich,
To later leave bodies lying in a ditch.
We cancel the love to give the greed,
Caring not who hurts or if children bleed.
It’s sick. It’s insane. It’s way out of hand.
It’s something disgusting. I don’t understand.
Why are we here, if we’re only abusing?
Do you seriously believe this life is amusing?
I just can’t get it. I guess I never will.
Excuse me for living, I guess I tend to feel.

10-3-1993
Written by Gail Brookshire

Deadly Treason

Tragedy in a heart so young.
So filled with faith and trust.
Given to the prince of thieves
To be murdered by the poisoned arrow.
Life is not of any just.
Weeping willows cry with the wind,
To know the soul is dead.
The young lady fell in love,
And lost her life and heart to her head.
Scars are not too traceable,
For the wounds were never of being.
The king gave the great command
And she never even felt the bleeding.
Graved within a graveyard bed,
The bones rot to make escape
Of the heartless tragedy reigning
That the king and queen had made.

3-22-1992 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. This was before I only thought of One King!
God is my hero!