Quotes and Poetry on scrounge

The Final Call

In the cages where rods are evil,
You trap the innocent souls,
Why can't differ an angel and a devil?
The masks worn deceive so well.

Being friends was good until it helped,
Broken diamonds begun to be better,
You watched them die and clapped,
The hurting snows were never thawed.

Stop being wicked, let babies crawl,
Accountable nurturing bad deeds, one and all
Will have to answer for your sins,
Be aware when God makes the final call.
©amrinderkaurgill