Thursday, August 03, 2006

Late Term: A Poem for Those Sending Arms to Israel

(Child victim of U.S.-manufactured bombs dropped by Israel on Lebanon.)

Late Term
(or, Why There Is a Hell)


You say “pro life”
Gifting weaponry of death
To others who, like you,
Are in the abortion industry.

Lord have mercy,
Christ have mercy,
Lord have mercy.

I tire of your tirades
Pro-choice for multinationals
City for eye, Country for tooth
Butcher for Gawd.

Lord have mercy,
Christ have mercy,
Lord have mercy.

Beyond all hope
The baby’s body aborted
Late term--too late for human pity
To cry out in remonstrance.

Lord have mercy,
Christ have mercy,
Lord have mercy.

But why should He?
You fold your blood-stained hands
Leave her breasts full of milk
And her heart bereft of life.

-=-

What Jesus has to say:

"Then he will say to those on his left, 'Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels. For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me.'

"They also will answer, 'Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?'

"He will reply, 'Truly I tell you, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.'

"Then they will go away to eternal punishment, but the righteous to eternal life."

Matthew 25:41-46, TNIV




1 comment:

Anias Nin said...

Jesus...hold my heart.