Treasure Island

Juan Olivarez

(september 12 / nyssa oregon)

A Bloody God


What kind of God asks for blood,
And makes men mindless slaves.
That they bury children, neath the sod,
And then go hide in caves.

What kind of God, feeds on death,
And thrives on misery?
And takes away the very breath,
From those in poverty.

My God Is love, my God is peace,
And doesn't ask for much.
The man on the cross' love doesn't cease,
He's the best man in a clutch.

12/13/10 Alton Texas

Submitted: Monday, December 13, 2010

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  • Eric Cockrell (8/16/2011 8:57:00 PM)

    very good... the whole 'bloody God' thing was a manisfestation of man's ego...Jesus taught compassion! like this poem a lot! (Report) Reply

  • Lynn Glover (12/15/2010 5:02:00 PM)

    Truer words were never spoken, my friend, and my God would nver instruct me sto do the things that this creeps have done. A very good write. Thanks. (Report) Reply

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