The Moment Of Need...
for too long the religion
of America's masses was the
'American dream'...
fueled by token visits to
sterile churches, where for
guilt donations and moments
of penance, fueled by terror
feared images of a capitalistic
god... one achieved the dream
of heaven.
success burnt in opium pipes
while the man in the gutter
remained both faceless, and
wretched.
now the gutters are full of
raw and real bleeding hearts,
and children burn on the altars
of a vengeful god...
the dreams have shattered...
and the cry for god comes back
to the color of the heart within...
if god is love, why doesnt he feed us?
ah, but if you are god's body...
if you are god's ears...
if you are god's heart...
then who is to blame?
the hand that takes, or the hand
that feeds... same hand!
success... or interaction?
fear... or compassion?
when eternity becomes the
moment of need!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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