Surrounded By War

Survival of the fittest is what it's about

While they were trying to fit in,

She looked for a way out

Will someone just tell her

What all this fighting is for?

It seems to be that she is 

Surrounded by war.

Surrounded by war

Gunshots, night and day

Where the fighting persues

As she slips away.

Riding the train

Off into the night

A bit of serenity

A lifetime of plight.

She continues the journey

Year after bitter year,

It begins to look like the

Journey is clear.

Why all this pain?

Why choose with me?

She asks these same questions

For what seems like infinity.

All of this fighting, and

What is the fighting for?

Seems to her that we are

Surrounded by war.

Surrounded by war

You say that it's not the end?

Explain that quaint theory

My precious friend.

God says the higher your blessings

More hatred you'll endure

And this could be why

You're surrounded by war.

[Revelation 3:11-2, Matthew 10:32-38,  7:13-4,  11:15-21,  13:37-43]  

Kahala Lei

Blood Money Poets

copyright 2011

My Patriotic Heart Bleeds

My country has murdered my patriotic heart

Simple minded populus just don't understand.

They'll stop at nothing to gain wealth and power

Killing the very people that make their left hand.

Building a nation upon Christian daydreams, 

Macabre deeds derived from the core of evil

Hypothetically speaking of harmonial freedom;

Freedom is not free, merely a credit of good wil

What will you do? How did you decide?

My country has murdered my patriotic heart.

I hail not from this place, I am simply another face

Representing an example of Jehovah's grace

Human, flesh and bone, a figment of life

Independantly strong, for I stand solo at the gate

I rebuke anyone else who tries to control my fate.

My country has murdered my patriotic heart

When I noticed I was not like them.

Where so much funding goes lost, 

Amibition is wasted with people working the system

The nation allows it, at the taxpayer's cost.

Where black on black crime goes unresolved

Because it gives more power to the powerful,

While the underinsured get no help- population control

"Let less of you poor folk, live to grow old."

My patriotic heart has bleed to death when

I realized that our freedom is an act of mockery.

Two hands stuck in the mud, is our society.

The overall state of our country sees

That my patriotic heart never fails to bleed.

Kahala Lei

Blood Money Poets

copyright 2011

Christian Haiku: Purpose

Purpose

Faith and hope

Lead a purpose driven life

Jesus is Lord

Amen

Kahala Lei

Blood Money Poets

copyright 2011