Rulers Poem, by tommytoons, at My poetic side

“Rulers”

(Tom Entrican 4/2022)

Since days of old the rulers led and few have had concern

For those who toil and suffer are those they like to burn

Without compassion rulers pierce the ones they fear the most

Until that One who came to save, the One we love the most

They set upon the lowly who have little left to give

And trample them into the ground, and still the poor forgive

For they are taught to turn a cheek seven times seven

This is the will of Him who sits at His right hand in Heaven

Rulers rule and rulers bomb until they get their way

They conquer land and conquer soles then throw it all away

But in the rising smoke we see the remnant not dismayed

For they keep looking up to see if He returns today

Mighty rulers press the backs of the meek into the ground

And dance upon the children’s graves ‘til little hope is found

But God has set a path for them who’s hearts have turned to stone

Where they will spend eternity, no peace for them alone

This world will offer rulers who inflict pain undeserved

They think that they are mightier than Him to whom we serve

For we shall hold onto our hopes and prayers for that last day

Knowing Jesus conquered death so we could all be saved

We set aside a day of thanks for Him we know has risen

While rulers set about to steal the blessings He has given

No matter what they do to us in praise to Him we sing

And patiently await the day, for death has lost its sting

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