SINKING THE KNIFE

As a 'Gomer,' We offer Backs and Throats, to the Blade

SINKING THE KNIFE
By Arley Steinhour 070416

Happy, I pray, this, Independence Day,
That we fill Today, with Praise, and Play,
'Thanking God,' though, we've gone Astray,
'For Land of Freedom,' to Follow His Sway.

I look around me, and up to the Sky,
Realizing that we've been told a Lie;
Our Forefathers, would break down and Cry:
The 'Constitution, may, no longer Apply.'

What Day, more suited, for 'Sinking the Knife,'
Than on this Day, we Celebrate, Nation's Life,
Please remember, 'Man's blessings, have no Afterlife,'
With Stroke of Pen, Leader invokes 'Terrible Strife.'

We need dawn Sack-cloth, with Ashes to Pour,
Upon our own heads, as God Departs our Shore,
Turning us over to Wrath, for our being the Whore,
'Running from the Good Life,' for Sodom's Gore.

There is a way, to return from Life of Sin,
'Repenting, our Ways;' back to Race, 'We Win,'
We're the 'Book of Hosea,' as a 'Gomer Twin,'
First to the Jew, plus Gentile, 'Chagrin.'

This Day, Every Day, needs Sinners to Repent,
From all our 'Whoredom's;' and Return to His Tent,
But, Should We Refuse, 'Wrath' God will Vent,
Unto 'Eternal Hell-Fire, upon 'Emanuel's Advent.'

AMEN