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The blame game at Columbine HS
Posted : 6 Jul, 2008 02:24 PM
THE BLAME GAME AT COLUMBINE HIGH - U.S.A.
By� Sharon L/w Brown aka Sonnet
It seems easy to see
The killers �CHOSE� to be,
Joyful disciples from Hell
Laughing and killing with glee.
But I doubt any Newsman
Policemen, Psychologist, or other,
Will be allowed to look below to such depths
When they can blame another.
Fear reigns in their minds
Lest they be called, �Witch Hunters�,
Enabled intellects hiding behind
But mere motive in the young gunners.
Few are brave enough to accuse
The followers of evil and the Devil himself,
Short of our Lord and our Rock
On whom, greater choices are clef.
Few are willing to point a finger
And without a doubt, say,
�This is what happens to a nation
When its� school children are forbidden to pray.�
When they are allowed to leave
A highway�s, unbroken line at high speed,
Thinking only of themselves
And their own self-centered needs, �ME! ME! ME!.�
But whether as individuals or corporately
Our nation has complied,
Taking away God�s boundaries
Apparently - preferring, omission made lies.
Satan spoke in a lawsuit
And not one parent or lawmaker refrained,
From taking down - God�s �10 Commandments�
Daring schools to whisper �HIS� name.
Letting our students dress like �hile Hitler� devils
Or corner street thugs and sluts,
Yes! �Good� has been made to bow down
Before atheistic attitudes and Satanic nuts!
As we allow our children to view horror movies
See blood till their senses are numb,
Till the red in blood is but a great graphic
And horror is laughed at, as �fun�.
Though I realize � �But
By the Grace of God, there [could] go I� or mine,
Into that same tearless tunnel of rebellion,
Devoured and blind.
Into a world where �sometimes�
The talented, pretty, rich, or elite,
Are taught early on
Not - to be righteous or sweet �
Its� lesser sometimes mocked and rejected
Some �CHOOSING� to dwell on hateful schemes,
Neither knowing - It is the Devil they follow
Or, they�d all be ashamed.
They would reject paint, smeared, musicians
Writhing in glory to Satan�s lies and claims,
Yep! Another fine place to begin
If we must play � �The Blame Game�.
And there�s always we parents to dissect
And while we�re at it, our schools,
But you can�t blame the murders at Columbine High
On �The Golden Rule�.
Maybe our problem is Hollywood and computers
Promoting violence, as with games, called, �Doom�,
Or that �weird� is no longer seen - as �weird�
In a child�s, ballistic, weapon, strewn room.
�Free choice! Free choice!�
The spiritually hollow - in their ignorance demand,
As if the goodness of past privileges held
Weren�t there, but had been something evil in hand.
Satan shouts, �Let go of the reigns!
Let us have �freedom of choice� to kill and maim,�
Through strummed cords, thinking the voice their own
The deceived fall away � from hearth and home.
Call it like it is �
The evil we have embraced is to blame,
Jesus told Satan, �No�� to his face when tempted
But not us! We have even banned God�s name!
Agreeing to remove the bridles that hindered
Our run-aways safely controlled in �GOD�S RULE�,
Convinced we could fit large blocks in small circles
With mere philosopher�s tools.
But one by one, esteemed theories
Have fallen with the dead - slipshod from man�s hands,
Building � not upon the solid, rewarding, truth of God
But upon the enchantment of a seashore�s, shifting sands.
We have sided in with the enemy
By not siding in with �RIGHT�,
Surrendering to rebellion�s deviants
Instead of challenging - with our own legal fight.
This nation was founded on God
And it is �In God�, we must re-establish and �trust!�,
Without fearing our own measure by standards
And falling face down in the dust.
Knowing life is a two-laned, narrow highway
On which God has marked out a clear path,
Having charted boundaries for our safety
Lest we meet oncoming troubles � and crash.
How dare we take away the straight lines
The slow down and curve signs!
Tolerating - perverted, God haters
Who shout at us, tattle, whinny, and whine?
We are a God believing nation
Our dead students and teachers, proven Saints,
And in spite of all our trespasses
Have seen �VICTORY� in God � rise above sin�s �hate�.
Lives that may not have been claimed
If Satan�s theories had not been �chose�,
His likeness - a thrill for evil to re-enact
In veins of thought, running cold �
It happened at Columbine High
Where the good and decent - like martyrs fell,
Bravely, they for God
The two gunmen � cowards for Hell.
�Truth� demands commitment and courage
Amid death, our standing up, and our falls,
But once eyes and lives are back on the road
Even the weak can be strong and safe in God�s law.
We deny that our children be taken back
To our forefather�s, successful, �square one�,
To the same building blocks
Once ours to choose from � and build on.
In lieu of soul forlorn shells
And loaded guns held by those lost and lame,
Laying down the proven and true � beside our dead
As if the ones guilty � in �The Blame Game�.
God Forgive Us
And it is in Jesus name, I pray, �God help us all!
For all children and men
One nation - under You, our God�
� Amen � Yes! So be it�
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