When judgement comes
on his horse of fire,
he won't listen to excuses,
he will look upon
the funeral pyres.
He won't be able to stop
the flaming tear drops
from burning the lands.
When judgement comes.
He won't sit atop his horse
saying it was okay,
sending your weapons
to annihilate innocents
day by day.
His screams will blow
like a hot wind across the sky.
He won't listen to excuses
for why anyone had to die.
When judgement rides,
there won't be anywhere to hide.
Lies won't stop his fire tide.
He will just look
at those that have died,
with an angry word branded on his lips.
Genocide.
With sadness burning his gaze.
He will not listen
to the words you have to say,
trying to justify
the killing of innocents.
When judgement knocks on the door
of this planet we call home
he will disown those that condone
killing children in their thousands.
There is no justification
on earth or the skies above,
judgement will be swift,
when he sees what you did,
and what you allowed to be done,
what you helped to happen,
by sending the guns.
Our world will cry
for generation
after generation
over the hurt
that can never be undone.
Thanks for reading
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