I see before my eyes a grand parade
led by warriors, young and brave,
idols in a land that needs them to be,
yet cares little if they live or die
so long as they inspire love.
Love for filthy things, like war,
death, and violence, disguised
as honor, bravery, and sleek metal
bearing grand designs and logos.
Faces like sharks, mouths like lions.
The crowd cheers as these pass by,
swallowing whole the vicious lie
that has in time left millions dead
and now misleads some millions more
along this fatal route called war.
This horrid scene disguised as bliss
betrays the world like Judas’ kiss.
So stand apart my friend and sing
a love song to a different king –
lest you be touched by filthy things.
Under Christ’s Mercy,
Brent
Inspired by 2 Corinthians 6:14-18 NLT