Drifters

A falcon shared his lofty station with a crow
Above the landscape blanketed with snow
And squawked about the lack of decent prey,
The crow just cocked his head now go away
He thought while searching for some scraps
The wintry wind would blow his way perhaps
But both endured a barren lapse,
Their hunger, for the nonce, kept under wing
Determined to survive until the spring.

Trustworthy

Ecclesiastes 3

16 And moreover I saw under the sun the place of judgment, that wickedness was there; and the place of righteousness, that iniquity was there.
17 I said in mine heart, God shall judge the righteous and the wicked: for there is a time there for every purpose and for every work.

I shan’t be concerned
With whose lies are gold
Nor who is or isn’t a thief
I painfully learned
To never be sold
Relying on one staunch belief

That there is a God
And only His will
Determines the fate of this land
So I simply nod
Crestfallen, but still
Accepting whatever He’s planned.

American Soil

Sovereign sod
Pretenders prod
Uncertain sheep,
Deception deep!

Dogmatic duel
Repulsive rule
Compliance cost?
Liberty lost.

Like That

Please don’t post on my page
I reject those living with lies
Go peddle your misconstrued rage
On those who believe you are wise.