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Realists, Gods, and War |
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There will certainly never be an end
To war's
recurrent hell
While �realists' shrug their shoulders
With a fatalistic, "Oh well."
"There are no gods to
help you;
You only pray in vain;
So raise your
children in anticipation
Of going to war again."
Therefore, cover up your heads
And not even bother to try
For that's the way life must be
Beneath these godless
skies.
Tell me, what's the difference
if I do
nothing more than pray,
Or sit in mute acceptance
Of
whatever comes my way?
For those who don't believe in
God,
I say that is their right,
But please do not
discourage me
From reaching for His light.
Though
I have chosen to believe
There's nothing I will say
To
move them from their chosen paths
As they travel through
life's days.
And when life ends, if I am wrong,
Then what have I really lost?
If they are wrong when time
runs out,
It's not I who'll pay the cost. |
By Thurman P. Woodfork
Copyright 2007
Listed
February 14, 2011 |
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