Declaring War on His People (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Murdering, terrorizing declaring war on his people not "the violence in Libya" but death in the streets The madman brutalizing ...
Murdering, terrorizing declaring war on his people not "the violence in Libya" but death in the streets The madman brutalizing ...
Bombing his people terror from the skies killing the innocents to perpetuate his lies No mandate for leadership only holding ...
The freedoms cut off taking them away shooting them in the street driving them into fear Killing their speech the ...
The struggle for freedom cloaked in his repression the protesters taken away abducted in the night The people fearful hearing ...
Stopping in our worship offering up a praise a thanksgiving for our freedom thankful for the difference what we take ...
Happy to consider the profound difference the freedoms we cherish to pray for their struggle to shake off the yoke ...
Sitting down with evil pure oppression willing to crush resistance to silence other voices Sitting down with evil Like Goebbels ...
Sitting down with evil giving lies a stage complicit in their propaganda giving voice to their rage The opiate of ...
The chill of their lies buying time to regroup to fend off the people to abduct them in the night ...
Bright blue sky shimmering light everything sharper in the clear morning sun Pearled dew the rain of last night shining ...
The righteous, the leaders elders of the people doing evil in the eyes of God failing to keep the covenants ...
In the dead of night the wee small hours people fast asleep the leaders trying the Lord to remain in ...
I met evil, coming inside from the bright summer day on the Vineyard, so long ago His eyes full of ...
A smile growing, in the way I was speaking a smile growing, capturing my face my voice rising, in the ...
Calibrating, capturing, measuring time even set apart, following His call moving, step by step from grace, to grace, to grace ...
Rolling in the pollen, gathering the nectar a bumblebee at work, on the job capturing in my viewfinder, discovered again ...
We started a new tradition tonight, after the service, on our table, the table where we sit as a family ...
A shimmering glow captured even by the digital lens seeing the light shining off the soft petals, capturing the motion ...
Eisenstaedt and Goebbels stark colors, black and white evil captured still life on the page, staring back at all of ...
Capturing an image on the pane of film burned by the shutter release aperture and speed snap, frozen really a ...
Gossamer bags Clutched in the treetops Drink the morning dew Glisten in the early light Tent caterpillar homes, now vacant ...
A famous Greek, a playwright of the Gods a name from my scholastic memory, my past now on my computer ...
Listening to the timpani the rhythm of the rain the rap, the tap, the ratta-tat-tat, the staccato of the drumming ...
Technically it is an oxidation a patina of green over the pure metal beneath some would argue a mere fact ...
Capturing minutiae slices of time carved from the flow of my life segmenting the ebb and rush of phone and ...
The Captain becomes moody at sea. He's afraid of water; such bully amounts that prove the seas. . . A ...
This window is confidence, documenting proceedings, capturing moments, cleansing views challenging sentiment. This window is nourishment filling the eyes with ...
'Twas about the beginning of the present century, Bill Bowls was pressed, and sent to sea; And conveyed on board ...
'Twas on the 26th of August, the sun was burning hot, In the year of 1346, which will never be ...
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