Wheat and Weeds

by Vincent Sapone © 2002

The victims of hate have spoken
I envision their bodies cold and dead and my heart is broken
Shattered like glass fallen on the hard earth
This cold and calloused world makes me wonder if it's a sin to give birth

The world keeps on turning
The rage in men's hearts keeps burning.
We can't be learning
For I see few that are discerning

Maybe it's true. Is it all the same-has it all been done?
Is "there is nothing new under the sun"?

Men without conviction speak of jurisdiction
They gloss up their agendas with propaganda and fancy diction
But those with sound doctrine see through their fiction

Men whine "Strike!" as they count their millions.
We gave it to them as we neglected our lower class civilians
Those who hit balls and play games professionally seek more
Will we sit here, give it to them, and continue to neglect the poor?

Were are lost and fallen, the words that will be uttered are sad but true
Verily I sayest unto you, depart from me, you I never knew.

Praise the utopia that is our free market economy?
No, it is in severe need of a lobotomy

In the end we reap what we sow
But not on this rock, that much I know
Mythical Eden-- where did you go?

I pleaded, "God, why do you do nothing? You are long overdue."
To which he fiercely responded "Why do you think I made you?"

He sees through our greed as we watch others beg and plead.
A baby is whining but has nothing on which to feed
Ignore the cries. Change the channel. Desensitized indeed!

Watch as the Son of man in the Garden pleads
Watch as the Son of man on the Cross bleeds
Watch as the Son of man rejects our faith without deeds
Watch as the Son of man separates out the weeds