In This  Tin Cup

In This Tin Cup

A Poem by Ralphy
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Job's Plead to God, part one

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In this tin cup...
 
Oh how the world is lost
in an illusion of stupidity
that words are shades
of black and white
the middle holds
the truth of only who’s right
 
rivers of people, lost
the greed is flaunted and scorned
blamed on the weak
and those possessing, even the unborn
 
we are punished for things that we do
but what we do tends to
dictate what one can do and can’t,
a soup of someone else’s dirt
for our traditions horrid on others
who you can love echoes in a chant
a true measure for our sisters and brothers
 
you told me that I’m here to save
so I abandon my life
 for those you said gave
I now must endure and suffer
more and more each day
until the angels come to absorb and buffer
to take me away
 
Each step I climb brings me closer
to understand those around me
but the path is always narrow and confusing
do I bury my head so no one can see?
 
 
Job’s last whisper…
 
I didn’t abandon them
I reached out and gave them my hand
they pulled me down, into their world of pain
they try to control their world with illusions
none of this was here before, why do we need their fame
I ask you to look upon my tin cup…
 
I cried for days and thought about the children
those that lost their life to parental claims
innocence is the virtual you told me
snuffed by those that ripped the fabrics of shame
 
I never question you, nor did I complain
I watched the wars capture and rip hearts,
I constantly exclaimed, the blood spilled and spoils the land
watched your land, decay and rot
 
The people driven to a level of insane
with such death, nothing grows
 even if nurtured by the levels of rain
plant all they want, but nothing to sow
 
 
Yes, I see the sun, in the fires of the morning
and the moon in crest of the night
and the rise of love in your word
but not a soul will be saved
 
They don’t see you, they only see what they believe
I know you because I accepted the pain
so the clouds can roll over the moon
and deliver the pouring rain
 
they whimper about the happenings
crying seems to be the only measurement
so I’m here to give you my cup made of tin
with the love I filled within
my tears are captured and laced
with our foolish beloved sins.

© 2009 Ralphy


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Wow this is really intense and interesting... so many levels and lessons within this write.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is a rather different picture, and your talent really does spread across very well.

Your signature still permeates in all your pieces, and it evolves over time.

An excellent piece with great fundamentals.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is very interesting! i like this

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

very in depth write here ralphy good job

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

A very complex and interesting write. The story of Job points to man always questioning, but dig one level deeper and one begins to understand the necessity of questioning. Blind faith is exactly that - blind.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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