It All Matters

When the rich wage war, it's the poor who die
All they care for is the cheque, not the body count
It rises and rises before their eyes
But it means nothing to them
All for the oil of other that their greed claimed for them
Fat cats in their plane, laughing as you perish

The toy soldiers obey orders not knowing what it is for
Pawns in a political mine field that doesn't concern them
It is what their told, they believe with some faces garish
Some know what happens, been there before
Other have experienced nothing at all
It does not matter to the big men, they want the black gold
Cannot be bother to wait till it is is not needed
Or till the story gets old, better beat the body before it gets cold.

Silent prayers that reach God, He hears but most think He ignores
He works silently, behind the scenes. You do not notice till it comes
But when it does, He is gone from your mind. What happened was a coincidence or luck, nothing to do with the God you asked for help.
They do not consider their lives effect what happens after. But when they reach the holy place. Their stuck, it all matters. But, too late, He judges them. They did not live for Him, spread his name, compassion on his face, creased with sorrow, He helped and worked in their lives. He, only there when cursed or blamed, never thanked for His wonders.

But, amongst the place of lust we call Earth; there is hope, a light that grows brighter every day. People, who praise Him, live for His name, helping others. Spreading His glorious name to all corners of this blue planet. Some may think the mean nothing, not realising they are the most important person to ever walk this Earth, but they are not alone. All walk with them.

Everyone.