Poem: Law of The Jungle

 Law of the Jungle

 

The vultures have come to roost

To pick the bones of a spineless society,

Being mauled by jackals of jealousy

And hyenas of hate.

 

Too late to defend

Against a pack of rabid dogs,

With wolves which come to plunder the flock

And scatter the shepherds who would not talk,

Speak out or preach

Against the destroyers of truth

And devourers of faith.

 

Too late to stop the stampede

Or the callous crows

Which caw with joy

As they shred the rights

Of those who once fought for freedom,

But forgot to keep on fighting.

 

So, a wild boar with bloodied tusks

Is squealing triumphantly.

 

But somewhere,

In the heart of this heartless jungle,

A Lion is stirring with His lioness.

 

John Stuart © 2025

Justice Poem - Lament

Lament

How long, O Lord, must we still wait

For You to come and vanquish hate?

How long shall all the angels cry,

“Will hell prevail and justice die?”

How long, O Lord, will they succeed

To ruin the Earth with pride and greed?

How long before You come again,

To rid the world of wicked men?

How long, O Lord, will people cry

In pain, in fear, and asking, “Why?”

How long will silence be Your will

Allowing some to freely kill?

How long, O Lord, will faith remain

In broken hearts so full of pain?

How long, O Lord, before You come

And truly let Your will be done?

How long, O Lord, must we still pray

For Justice? Until Judgement Day?

How long, O Lord, must this go on?

Too long, my Lord. You wait too long.

© 2020 John Stuart

Christian Poem - Harvest Lament

Harvest Lament

We plow the clouds and scatter

The people of the land,

As they are bombed and shattered
by Man’s inhuman hand.

We send the squads to conquer,
To slay and spread the pain,
the rockets and the bullets,
So we can kill and maim.

Refrain:
All this fear around us
from Man to man we send;
then beg the Lord, O beg the Lord
For all war to end.

Man only is the maker

Of things we fear afar,
he blasts the wayside village,

he sets the towns on fire;
he wins and knaves applaud him,
by him the hawks are fed;
much more than this with children,
he adds our daily dead.

[Refrain]

We beg you, then, O Father,
for all things right and good:
for peace-time and for justice,
for life, for health, for food;
no prayers have we to offer
our dreams are all in parts,
but ask that You may heal now:
our broken, fearful hearts!

[Refrain]

© John Stuart 2019