"Thugs Who Make Wealth in the Form of Broken Children" - A Poem

9.29.23

Dear Reader,

I received this poem / gift written to me as a comment on one of my YouTube posts written by a podcast viewer - and couldn’t let it fall to the wayside and be forgotten about and unseen.

I wept.

I hope you get something good out of this…

<3

“You knew not the torturous secrets we've kept

You knew not our blood, sweat and tears as you slept

Your sugar plum dreams and your Sunday best clothes

Were just idols and filthiest rags the Lord loathes

Because you never sought Him as your lips often claimed

You took His love for granted... banged your gongs with no shame.

But never once felt the cold breath of the vipers

Never saw the homeless through your windshield wipers

Never heard their stories which drove them to those drugs

To sedate them from pains wrought by your favorite thugs

The thugs who make wealth by the offerings they give

In the form of broken children being poured through a sieve

To make toasts on red carpets as they clamor for fame

While you look from your couches at each glamorous name

In the credits that spin past eyes fixed on a screen

Exhalting rich actors who spilled out blood for their queen

Of Babylon.

So as your nation is invaded by dark troops bent on war

This is just the reward for choosing Babylon's whore

Instead of going to the gutters to listen to the heroes

Who fought through dark dungeons to be treated as zeroes

Not good enough to enter your most Holy meetings

The lost ushered out because they don't deserve greetings

From the ministers of self righteousness sitting in pews

Demanding only bright stories to be shared in the news

Bullet ins. Open your wallets and offer your tithes

To more charity fundraisers ... while the serpent still writhes

Around your ankles and feet as your pastors you kiss

But Holy Spirit was waiting ... for you to seek what you miss

But you don't miss the children you never have met

Because you couldn't be bothered to get your feet wet

In the trenches where so many have been quietly screaming

As you assume they are goats ... but they're lambs you've been teaming

Up against and slaughtering without even knowing

You knew not the sins ... you kept yourselves safe from knowing.

So if you don't like my words ... though not meant to condemn

Just you wait ... as the voice of the Lord roars for THEM !!!

~ Kimi

For the survivors of ritual abuse ...

And for the whitewashed tombs called churches... but give the true church a bad name!!!

If you are truly a follower of Jesus ... you ought not to be offended. But... if you feel conviction? Consider this as a call to repentance. Not all church people are nice... many use the church as a place to conceal themselves from being found out for their crimes. Think about it.

Matthew 23:

…26Blind Pharisee! First clean the inside of the cup and dish, so that the outside may become clean as well. 27Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, you hypocrites! You are like whitewashed tombs, which look beautiful on the outside, but on the inside are full of dead men’s bones and every kind of impurity. 28In the same way, on the outside you appear to be righteous, but on the inside you are full of hypocrisy and wickedness.…”

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Until next time Dear Reader,

Love always,

Emma Katherine