AN ILLUSION OF SECURITY

   But if judgment day isnt hidden from the almighty, why are we kept in the dark? There are people out there getting away with murder, stealing, lying, and cheating. They rip off the poor and exploit the unfortunate, Push the helpless into the ditch, bully the weak so that they fear for there own lives. The poor, like stray dogs and cats, scavenge for food in back alleys. They sort thru the garbage of the rich, eke out survival in handouts. Homeless, they shiver thru cold nights on the street; they've no place to lay their heads. Exposed to the weather, wet and frozen, they huddle in makeshift shelters. Nursing mothers have their babies snatched from them; the infants of the poor are kidnapped and sold. They go about patched and threadbare; even the hard workers go hungry. No matter how back-breaking their labor, they can never make ends meet. People are dying right and left, groaning in torment. The wretch cry out for help and our government does nothing, acts like nothing is wrong.  
Then there are those who avoid light at all cost, who scorn the righteous path. When the sun goes down, the murderers gets up, kills the poor and robs the defenseless. Sexual predators can't wait for nightfall, thinking, No one can see us now. They make the terrors or darkness companions in crime. They are like straps of wood floating in the water-useless, cursed junk, good for nothing. As surely as snowmelts under the hot summer sun, they will disappear into the grave. The womb has forgotten them and worms have relished them. Nothing that is evil last. They may get their brief success, but then its over, nothing to show for it. Like yesterdays newspaper, theyre used to wrap up the garbage. You're free to prove me liar, but you won't be able to do it.