Faith In Poverty Poem by Poetical Analysis

The poor will die dead
Believing all the rich man said
Knowing that then they will be saved
They only tend to digging their grave
Jesus & Mohamed are waiting there
This takes the edge off Poverty's fear
Mansions, virgins, streets of gold
The model for how America was sold
Still, the poor will die dead
Holding dear all religion said
Kids do not live soul y on bread
But the sweet, savory, words once said
Thus the poor dazzle their children
Then the rich kids grow up & kill them
But it's just so amazing how it all works
Proof you love a god is not castrating jerks
And!
Teaching your kids to be better than them
We must love the sinner no matter the sin
Nonviolence stands the mark of The Beast
When he comes will never again have peace
He will bring with him wars that can't cease
Unfolding and unfolding, crease after crease
Till the poor believe the rich are evil
Seeing the only way to save all people
The meek shall inherit the Earth
For whatever, to the dead, that is worth

4/18/14