Many'a the toil and tear,
Many's the hearts that fear;
Remembrance of this year,
Hard to behold!
Knowing the enemies' scorn,
Wondering why they were born;
Living their lives forlorn,
Whose lives were sold.
Waiting to pounce and maim,
Figuring out their game;
Saying they're not to blame,
That's what we're told.
Life doesn't mean a thing,
Though they live like a king;
Not wanting anything,
Riches, untold.
Taking men's lives to lease,
For them, eternal peace;
Thus, many lives to cease,
Murders, so bold!
But, God who sees it all,
Yes, when the sparrows fall;
Someday, will this recall,
Judgement of gold.
Inspired by God----------------Evelyn H. Musolff
Given to me September 17, 2001
