His Final Call

World, our kids are starving
Many with no place to sleep
Millions with no families, left orphaned
Cold, hopeless; Alone on the street

Across the world war erupts
Governments fueling the fire
Soldiers wounded and lying dead
Because of the world's selfish desires

Scared cops raised around stereotypes
Allowed to carry a loaded gun
Resulting in many racist related deaths
Killing many, some that were just too young

People are rioting over everything
Whites being blamed for a past far gone
Kids are learning from these examples
World, where have we all gone wrong?

Suicide is rising by the numbers
Getting mental health treatment is a war
Illnesses being left untreated
Because our government has shut that door

The forgotten left unheard
The lost that should have been found
The missing that should be home safe
World, do you hear it yet; the sound?

Sounds of children crying?
Pleas and screams in the night?
Protests for freedom?
The people standing for what is right?

If that's not enough world,
Our kids' purity is now a threat?!
Do you find this okay world?
Is your mind already set?

Is this what you want for your kids' future?
To lose their lives over hate?
Why can't we just stop all this insanity
For the future generations sake?

How we look at birth is out of our control
No human has place to judge
How dare you world, do this to each other
We all carry the same color of blood

Teach your kids the truth now
Don't let the world take their vision
Tell them to love one another
Regardless what they hear on that television

A prayer doesn't hurt
Why judge someone for praying!?
That person's marriage you disapprove of?
It's none of your business; just saying

So you don't like same sex couples?
Your opinion is best unheard
Or you may be a racist; whatever
But teaching your kids to be is absurd!

You should be ashamed of yourselves world
Yeah, you; For thinking this is normal
As humans with a beating heart
You should all feel extremely horrible

Our kids will teach what they learn
They will be our presidents one day
And when life is worse then it is now?
We all have ourselves to blame!

If you love your children
Or have a good heart at all
I'd fix the broken now
Before God makes His final call

Written by
Sherrie Ann Benedict

About this poem

This was written after I had seen way to many deaths from abuse in the news, protests across the country, chaos everywhere. I felt saddened and this message popped into my head and it was a message so clear the world needed it hear it

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Written on January 24, 2021

Submitted by sherriebenedict1982 on September 05, 2021

Modified on April 21, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 2,181
Words 407
Stanzas 17
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 3

Sherrie Ann Benedict

I love writing poetry, songs, books of all kinds, & quotes! I'm very passionate about my writing. Everything I write about is about my life experiences, & things that weigh heavily in my heart about what's happening in our world! I write in hope to inspire millions one day. Maybe even save a life more…

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  • Angel.Chaffino
    This is the truth. As real as it gets. Thank you. People need to know what we go through. They need to know. The world is oblivious.
    LikeReply2 years ago
  • Symmetry58
    How poignant this poem is, Sherrie. You've left stone unturned or sentiment unchecked. I don't see how anyone comes out of this unscathed. You slapped all of us for our sins. LOL!

    I too enjoy writing poetry and quotes. In fact, I have a book of each to boast, I say humbly...sort of. ;-)

    Thank you for sharing your amazing work. I look forward to more.
    LikeReply2 years ago
  • husseinrahim
    It falls on deaf ears, your calls and your pleas
    the lost will go on their way

    Despite what is right, in front of God's sight
    the devil calls the play

    o sister of faith, you are indeed safe, for your words do so express
    and so then we pray, before the final call, that we escape this mess
    LikeReply2 years ago
  • Dougla$Irishman
    A soul searching poem, describing how our world is doing..
    Can we turn this world around ?
    Get back to the Christian basics !
    LikeReply2 years ago
  • Soulwriter
    Wow Sherrie, so heartfelt and hits straight to the core. I look forward to reading more from you
    LikeReply2 years ago


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