Poetry

The Shattered Wall
A lonely girl sitting on the sidewalk end,
praying for love, acceptance, and mend.
A hungry child in an African town,
wealthy Americans are no where to be found.
Boys at school wandering the darkened halls,
put their trust in drugs when all else falls.
What is religion? Is there division anymore?
All paths lead to Heaven is what theologists push for.
A shattered wall our society reveals,
broken, torn, worn is what everyone feels.

Phones, computers, i-pods and more,
pacify peoples' needs and what they hunger for.
Expectations to go to college and succeed,
are the standards society to teenagers feed.
Money is the standard by which power is fed,
power is the root where control is bred.
People look to athletes and celebrities to pave the way,
for fashion, music, pleasure, and what to say.
The wall shattered is lying on the floor,
the pieces scattered like sand on the shore.

Unborn children's voices cry out from inside,
abortion forever silence and faces will hide.
Free love is the tune to which the young dance,
giving themselves away without a backward glance.
Slaves to acceptance, careers, and love,
people will stop at nothing when push comes to shove.
A driven people reaching for all life can give,
fear of an impoverished life forever to live.
The wall torn has been stepped and trampled upon,
looking and praying for retribution anon.

A glimmer of hope as a star in the night,
shining as a fresh and new beacon of light.
We are the hope of a day breaking new,
the sunrise of society in all that we do.
Hold on to values through the deep sinking mire,
clothed with beliefs that ignite like fire.
Though the wall be as broken as the sand on the shore
and the whole world groaning, searching for more,
a peace, a rest, the reassurance we need,
was given to those who His words do heed......