To Terri Schiavo



For the life of God...

The cruelty of man...

Why make a mockery of some ones life...

Where are the so called prophets...

The preachers...the great healers...

The ones that collect millions...

Telling us is God will to cure the faithful...

You are healed...they cried out loud...

For everyone to hear...for millions to see...

Yet so full of emptiness...

Dressing like kings of yesteryears...

With splendid glare from their jewels

I say more...more like clowns...from a cheap circus...

Hiding in their mansions...hiding like roaches at night...

Waiting for the moment...

To come out and say...it was God will for her to die...





 
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