The Lion Roared The body of an infant lies
as passersby disturb the flies.
The silence of the dead is loud,
a soul survivor draws a crowd.
A victory for those who’ve tried
to reach the ones who have not died.
They dig each time they hear a sound,
but find the reaper’s made his round.
A doctor standing all alone,
the morphine helps but still they moan.
He knows he can not save them all,
the Earth has caused more walls to fall.
Their bodies must be piled in holes,
the ground gets flesh, the Lord their souls.
That’s the Haiti of today,
and friends this will not go away.
The ministries will help again,
but need the help of fellow men.
The money that is spent on war
could best be used to help the poor.
The money that we spend in space
would surely help the human race.
There’s much this world must now discuss,
the enemy we face is us.
As sure as Earth produced this cause,
it’s time that causes us to pause.
Or will we now fulfill His Creed,
and help the ones who are in need.
A poverty we long ignored
was noticed when the lion roared. |
