The Future is Bleakness Piled.

I read a poem from the elusive Mr.Dunn

He told me about the one who yearns for the crowd

All the words rhymed and spoke with voice so loud

Yet in my own room of solitude I hear someone

It asks what does it mean to be an American

What does it mean to be human?

When they told us God died for our sin

When He died most didnt have the time to begin

Now here we are in a new dark or an expansion of the old one

America is falling shot down by the SCOTUS gun

Has justice been won?

The kids killed by the gun can never come back again

The unborn is it alive or dead

A clump of cells  is what lies ahead

Attached to a reproductive system

How do we separate fact from fiction

How do we protect the innocent and the victim

I speak my voice for I am pro - choice

Yet I also want to protect the girls and the boys

I look to our earth and do we deserve forced birth

I believe God allows what will be born and what is not

He works in mysterious ways I think we forgot

Who is asleep and awake

Are we saved?

I believe in my faith

Life begins at conception but it still grows up in more ways

We should be prepared to support each stage

I believe God has each life in His embrace

He knows what we will do before me or you

Why didnt God force us to believe

Free Himself from further debate

Why not make the devil behave HIS way

Why not make an earth of robots cause maybe He wants truth there are lessons in the strange

Just like in the message from the elusive Mr. Dunn He is trying to teach us about the best infinite love

Beware of the one who seeks a crowd

Sometimes everything just gets too loud

At least most of us have the choice to turn the volume down

America is falling now

The sky is literally falling out

I envision chicken little trying to escape the cloud

So many fighting for the sanctity of life

What of the one on the street

what of the ones struggling to eat

what of the ones who work hard but still cant meet the need

When prices go up by man kind

we have the audacity to say we are pro-life

when the kids got shot and SCOTUS just stays asleep with closed eyes

earth is not paradise

it was not meant to be hell

Evil throws a spell

we are still His promised land

i pray He will still hold us in the palm of His hand

Give us all the power to understand

Save America as she sinks in to quicksand

The Mississippi politician believes the 12 year old incest victim should carry pregnancy to term

why do the attackers get to choose but the women have to deal with the hurt

in this case the woman is a child!

The earth has a past so wild

Yet now the future is bleakness piled

No bullet proof vest

SCOTUS failing to pass the justice test

Yet just like the elusive Mr. Dunn said

We must not fall in to solitude

Just hoping to not get killed in the monsoon

it grows with every crushing truth

I pray to God for me and you

He will pull us through

Lead the way to a more peaceful place

As the poetic rhythm keeps me at bay in this bleak system

I wonder what has America begun as I mourn with the elusive Mr. Dunn