I can’t take it anymore, Yahweh!
I look for true people and can’t find them.
They simply can’t be found anymore —
Vanished from the human race like a magician’s rabbit.
I’m surrounded by compulsive liars.
Their mouths are filled with sweet sounding flattery
But their hearts are filled with daggers.
Shut them up, please, Yahweh.
Sew tight their flattering lips.
Lop off their bragging tongues.
They turn words into weapons
Counting on their verbal violence
To win the world.
But I hear another voice at last:
God’s voice.
“You’ve gone too far!
Pick-pocketing the poor and mistreating the miserable
Has kicked the hornets nest of my wrath.
Feel my sting as I protect the poor from your death words.”
In a world of cut-glass imposters,
Yahweh’s words are flawless diamonds.
His 24-carat gold words
Expose their fine speeches as fool’s gold.
Yahweh’s real words are matched by real action,
Protecting us from the twisted words of the twisted hearted,
These posing and preening word benders
Who bow to the applause of their adoring fans.