Poetry for the Inner Ear

 midnight's grim picture terrorist attack grew worse children's toys stained with blood helplessness our destination stratagems, wiles of politicians god will break teeth of the ungodly

war is certain politician joins hands with devil god shall open eyes of the blind there is someone to speak for sermon on the mount born again

 to my fate abandoned organizing brotherhood angels will come at the eleventh hour unwise we are  never to recall god's good doctrine and law one faithful far better than a dozen atheists moral impulses

 darker war grew once again I pray avert the monster in view declare to ignorant earth angel's promise of golden age god's eyes are in every place

 at day-break prophet on a hill prophet prayed to remove violence we won't be in pain now to be sure righteousness fills earth with horn of plenty god takes care of us

 begged again to angel to tell of  god's abode devote to recitation and listen long have I journeyed so that I make a new kind world where everybody prays and thanks 

 In the day of trouble striving for the secret shade on the mountainside shifting gears Dreaming of red rose I bow down my ear to hear the word To be sure in hopes the pious lamp at night grants me inner peace