Some Do Equal Few

The battle of the War,

is an Open Door,

a Venue of Production,

to engage just wrath.

Destruction...

 disappointment ranks,

what is wrong is Rite,

increased correction identifies,

a Life exists to Fight!!

Religions do square-off,

the Company of 'All ready'

the Common-Ground is Rare,

the loss becomes the blaring.

Instead of an Acceptance,

the grace of no allowance,

convert becomes insistence,

the trumpet blows the gun.

Shot

Human Beings rejecting,

killed for less in More,

defiance is resistance,

the Holy are Abhorred.

You bow to Golden objects,

you kiss the feet of trend,

you worship crosses bearing,

a Man who's Hung in Done.

The standing of a Current,

the sight of what will come,

Speaks of what's Electric,

it still does equal Some.