The Martyrs

The Martyrs

A Poem by Tate Morgan
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Where does the love of God go,when the days turn minutes to hours?

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walk for life by Steve Rhodes.

DSC_0195.JPG by Steve Rhodes.

 

So where does the love of God go

when the days turn minutes to hours

Just whose house has God been visiting

when followers hurl rocks not flowers

 

What do we teach our children so well

precious lessons of Christ, we all follow

Condemning the young that chose abortion

so God's teachings will ring out but hollow

 

Where are the mighty gifts of forgiveness

shoulders to cry on, for families that fail

Instead they cast stones of the malcontent

on the lord's children that they assail

 

Perhaps it would serve us all better

if we could call a spade a spade

Then point the finger of hypocrisy

at the army of heretics they’ve made

 

Take a walk to the washing basin

look to the mirrored reflection of pain

Soap will never wash away the ignorance

or the ugly hatred and stench that remain

 

Shame be on us for these things

as we shall reap what we do sow

You can't teach love and tolerance

with every gun and with every blow


Tate



 













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Author's Note

Tate Morgan
I'm sorry but if I am to believe the Martyrs I would have to concede that Almighty God needed lowly me to punish the unclean. As he was unable to do it himself. Well where is the God of Noah that with a wave of his hand flooded the world? If he was that ineffectual I think I would go looking for enlightenment somewhere else.

The quintessential question remains by what right do any of us claim divine guidance? There comes a point where judgment is beyond us and we have to leave these things to the individuals involved. Our personal beliefs have no right being imposed on others rights or beliefs. I only wish Twain were still alive as I am sure his witticisms and opinions would be most welcome by the truly enlightened. Protecting the rights of other peoples unwanted children and paying to raise the majority of them through the state will never alleviate the conscience that we offend by our insensibility .!

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I'm afraid that this is one of those poems (along with the pictures and author's comments) whose moral lesson overwhelms the written word. The only thing I don't like about it is the ambiguity (of course, that might be the whole point of the poem) - I mean, it's hard to tell which side of the equation the author is on, not that it matters for technical purposes. There are a few of those 'strained' lines created to force a rhyme, that I don't much like, and an irregularity in the way the 'God' words are capitalized that is distracting, and a few apostrophes that are missing. The first stanza is the strongest followed at a bit of distance by the third and fourth. Good effort and a bit of morality on the side. :-)

Posted 14 Years Ago


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It seems as though you have harvested a lot of contempt for God. As though he frustrates you. No, it is not our job to provide punishment for the unclean. There will come a time when God will wipe all of that out again. In time.

I do admire the passion in this piece. I can tell you have put a lot of thought into it although some of the meaning may be misplaced.

Posted 14 Years Ago


A very strong poem with a great message, well done! :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


what a wonderful write! i really enjoyed this!

Posted 14 Years Ago


Thank god, the UK is a pretty godless society now.

Posted 14 Years Ago


"Preach the gospel always... If necessary use words." (St. Francis of Assisi)
While I do not in any way, shape, or form condone hatred or violence, I also wholeheartedly believe this quote:
"All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing." (Edmund Burke)
Nothing is black and white.
This is a very honest, strong, and heartfelt write.

Posted 14 Years Ago


There is much truth in this vision.
Well done.

Posted 14 Years Ago


This is quite the powerful write here.
This is one amazing write.

Posted 14 Years Ago


my favorite poem of yours so far.
;)

Posted 14 Years Ago


Guns and blows lead the world in the wrong direction. A powerful poem. You want a sad story of a brave lady. Rachel Corrie was a human shield. She was protecting human life and buildings. She die for strangers. We need brave people like her who fight with love and not guns for peace in this world. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

Posted 14 Years Ago


You said I will choose between loving it and hating it and I feel after reading it you have left me no choice but to love it. Amazing and Truthful. I strongly believe that we should never follow any faith or concept blindly. I truly hate it. And what irks me more is the so called moral police and the 'elders' of the society smartly imposing only those thought s on the society which seems beneficial to them.

Great work. It takes true guts to write such a poem. Especially since GOD AND RELIGION ARE SUCH SENSITIVE TOPICS

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Tate Morgan
Tate Morgan

Marion , OH



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