Travailing today

Weeping and gnashing of teeth


Deceived, hoodwinked

Willingly so

Held fast in the devil’s grasp

Drowning in lies – they gasp

For air

But their master does not care


When will they wake?

What will it take?

Will it be too late?


“If My people…”

But will they?

To read my commentary on this poem, click here.

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