J.M.J.
J.M.J.
WHAT HAS BECOME OF YOUR PLANET EARTH?
IT WAS YOUR BEGINNING AND THE PLACE OF MY BIRTH.
LOOK, MY CHILDREN, WHAT IS LEFT TODAY;
WHAT WAS ONCE A GARDEN HAS TURNED TO DECAY.
THE SPARKING WATERS ARE FILLED WITH DEBRIS;
THE FLOWERS ARE WILTED--NOT A LEAF ON A TREE.
TOWERING SMOKESTACKS ARE SHIELDING THE SUN;
YOU STILL DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH DAMAGE YOU’VE DONE.
ALL MEN THAT LIVED WERE BROTHERS TO ME;
WITH YOUR HAND YOU SLEW YOUR CHILDREN TO BE.
YOU ABANDONED MY LAWS AND YOUR OWN DID CREATE;
THE LOVE THAT I GAVE YOU TURNED INTO HATE.
ALL THAT I’VE GIVEN FOR YOU TO ENJOY,
YOU ONLY FOUND A WAY TO DESTROY.
NOW ALL YOU HAVE LEFT IS YOUR OWN EMPTY SHELL;
WHAT CHOICE WILL YOU MAKE--BE IT HEAVEN OR HELL?
YOUR SOUL WAS THE GREATEST GIFT OF THEM ALL;
NOW I AWAIT THE REMORSE OF YOUR CALL.
FROM GRAVES OF THE DEAD WILL ECHO A YELL,
“GOD, HAVE MERCY ON US AND SAVE US FROM HELL!”
“THY WILL BE DONE”
3-22-1994