Odds and ends

Black and white

We must fight,

not with steel or sword,

not with worldly might.

Our weapons,

they go to waste,

as our poor die in disgrace.

We worship 

not God our creator,

rather those who would be our narrator.

They control us

with sword and shield,

whilst keeping our eyes veiled.

They feed 

us what they call truth,

what is actually their holy creed.

We honour,

their idols of money,

they entice us with their poison honey.

We need to

break off this culture,

of acceptance and return to our creator.

He'll accept,

with loving embrace

all those who knowingly make haste,

Away from those

who refuse to choose,

because life is black and white, that is the truth.