Who Should You Be Thankful To

Bomb shells
Bullet holes
Blood and dead bodies
Hunger, fire, but no desire
Wives left alone
Children have to forgive before they can grow
But there is a parade in the street
They are thanking God for their victory

God looks sad

They sing and dance all in thankfulness
Believing what they want to
No one hears

Don't thank me
I'm the creator
I have nothing to do with destruction

If you wish to be thankful
Thank Satan
That's the destroyer
He is the one to blame for this

Father and Mother shake their head
and move heaven up higher

By:  Roger Harkness


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