When Evil Shows

When evil shows I’m here to say,
We should not despair nor run away.
We dare not stare or command it, stay.
When evil shows, let us be prepared this day.
When surrounded, let us rise and speak a loud.

“We know death and glory, give us the truth
Not a story. We know horror, it surrounds us
It’s all evil, even on the surface.
We understand nothing yet crave it still,
Give us all Life, for it’s ours and God’s will”

We all sin, but not entirely. We all grieve,
But only slightly.
We see others, but choose not to identify.
Even in death, still we don’t cry.
We morn not their loss or obliterated lives
We’re still here, yet still as unwise.

We see sisters, brothers, fathers and mothers.
Not to mention, sons and daughters.
But this is what’s worst of all; we’re blinded
Yes, by a puppet, No, not a doll.
“It’s alright, it’s nothing”, or so they say,
“You can trust me. Why? Because….I pray!”

Nothing but bombs dropping, missiles launching,
Gun shots echoing after a sudden popping
And chemicals Adrift, silently, deadly, methodically
In a senseless and a meaningless mess, so do we waft.
Still nothing keeps dealing death.

Maybe war is the answer, maybe it’s not?
Maybe this is all, you know, God’s plight?
Maybe to lead is always to fight?
Maybe questions aren’t worth what follow?
Maybe it’s our souls that are truely hollow?

Where will we stand, when all are graves?
For evil is behind us, forcing our hand to amaze.
Who will we look up to, when we misbehave?
Who will bring us out of these tumultuous days?
When evil shows, what will we know.
Is this the way to heaven or what’s below?