Cadences of God

Here my words, O Lord.

Give ear to my groaning.

Listen to my protests.

For you are not a God

Who is friend to the dictators,

Nor a partisan of their politics,

Nor are you influenced by their propaganda.

Nor are you in league with gangsters.

There is no sincerity in their speeches,

Nor in their press releases.

They talk of peace in their speeches,

While they increase their war production.

They speak of peace at Peace Conferences,

And secretly prepare for war.

Their lying radios roar into the night,

Their desks are strewn with criminal intentions,

And sinister reports.

But you will deliver me from their plans,

They speak through the mouth of the submachine gun.

Their flashing tongues are bayonets.

Punish them, O Lord.

Thwart them in their policies.

Confuse their memoranda.

Obstruct their programs.

At the hour of Alarm,

You shall be with me,

On the day of the Bomb.

To him whom believes not in the lies

Of their commercial messages,

Nor in their publicity campaigns,

Nor in their political campaigns,

You will give your blessing.

With love do you encompass him,

Like an armor plated tank.