There is an icy frost deep-down things.
It cold chills and renders inert
The clouds of compassion
Which should warm the dark-filled night.
Chilled to the massesâ€™ misery
It rests couch-comfortable
Sating every selfish want-whim
With comfort food and new toys.
Imperial sword defended might
Kills and rapes and pillages for oil
Violent murderous exploitation.
Securing comfort on labor-broken backs
As swollen bellies gnarled in painâ€”
Softly sob the hungry children.
Icy cold sweatshops
Fine cheap clothes make.
Barren foreign fields failed
Government paid imports dumped.
Scrambling, scurrying through waters
Seeking lifeâ€™s hope and sustenance
Only to be turned back to death.
Sun bleached and beaten
Our fruits and vegetables picked
For just pennies a pound
From dawn to dusk
And from dawn to dusk again,
Again, again, and again.
Homeless veterans under bridges cowering
From the frost freezing night
While Haliburton stock warms
Greedy Wall Street â€œhearts.â€
Wake up! Repent!
Turn your self-centered lives around.
Get off the comfort couch.
Repent! I say, â€œRepent!â€
Believe the Good Newsâ€”
Life is coming.
Phoenix is ever rising.
Teary eyes wiped.
Broken spirits healed.
Alleviate suffering and misery.
Nike victorious arisesâ€”
Just do it.
Do it today and tomorrow,
Do it again, again, and again.
Take a leaping faith flight.
Defrost icy cold heartedness.
Relieve the misery.
Share their pain.
Just help the least among us.
Nemesis is shadow lurking
What goes around
Retribution is swift.
â€œGet on my left.â€
Why? Why? WHY?
â€œWhat you have done to the least,
You have done to me.â€
Â© J. Patrick Mahon, 2008