An Ugly Poem about Saving Lives
Do you remember that fateful day
When about three thousand passed away?
Passed away? Sorry, I am mistaken,
They did not pass, they were taken.
Agonizing as this might be,
Envision another scenario with me.
Assaulted and collapsing towers
Three thousand dead every three hours.
Over and over the casualties mount
At day’s end, thirty thousand is the count.
Praying, wailing, a shocked world frozen,
Were we providentially chosen?
Wondering why I would propose
Revisiting horrors such as those?
Because that many die each day,
Just not in that appalling way.
Thirty thousand kids under age five
This time tomorrow will not be alive.
A child’s death: is – it – as – profound
As when the towers came tumbling down?
Critics may shout, It’s not the same!
The fittest survive, were not to blame.
The words of Jesus would not agree,
What you do for them, you do for Me.
What can be done in this our nation
To surmount this desperate situation?
In Jesus name, reject this crime
By helping one person at a time.
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