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Select Work, 2008 Edition

A Politician’s Prayer

 

Jon Tyler Cruse

 

 

Suffering cries of humanity arise.

Tyranny reigns, and soldiers die.

Fallen and forgotten human flesh turns rotten.

The shallow hearts of greedy men turn a blind eye on blasphemous sin.

Caring not the price souls pay so they can be richer another day.

These political whores sound trumpets of war.

A nation knocking on recession’s door; deeper we fall into Lucifer’s plan.

An eye for an eye and hand for a hand.

Witnessing not of God’s Lamb but embracing a lost and dying land.

 

 

 

  

Each Day

 

Ashley Pendleton

 

 

Each day we possess a day of our life;

Each day we watch as time ticks life away.

Each day we can help someone through a problem;

Each day we can deliver the final blow that destroys someone.

 

Each hour we are given the chance to study for that big test;

Each hour someone will cheat their way to a degree.

Each hour we can call our grandmother who we never visit;

Each hour someone sees their grandmother in her casket.

 

Each second we must live in the present moment.

Each second we must embrace our fellow man.

Each second we must take time for our loved ones.

Every second we must embrace the precious time God gives us.

 

  

 

 

 Haunting

 

Christa Hatfield

 

 

Regret haunts me like no other.

 

Every day this fearsome monster stares me in the eye.

Every day I wake up and feel it hovering over me.

Every day I feel it bearing down upon me.

 

It is the call that I did not take.

It is the letter that I did not send.

It is the visit that I did not make.

 

And now it is too late.

 

 

 

 

 I Want You Out of My House

 

Jennifer Lilly

 

 

I want you out of my house.

Take your things in their cardboard box.

Don’t call anymore;

Don’t stand in the door.

I want you out of my house.

 

Leave the kitchen.

Take your shoes and your smokes.

Let’s switch places: I’ll drink your beers;

You cry my tears.

I want you out of my house.

 

You can have that picture,

The flowers, too.

I don’t want those memories.

I’m through with excuses.

I don’t want you.

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