Knowing Grows

A knowing grows.
Upon those ignoring,
Once to assume themselves immuned...
An unaffected as if untouchable.
By what others were going through.
Selected to be picked,
Like guinea pigs to experiment with.
To have it believed them to be,
The reason and cause...
Of ongoing division and started conflicts.

This showing of a knowing grows.
Between those nolonger disbelieving,
They too were going to be among the picked...
To be abuse, used, duped and tricked.
In a game played to separate and compare,
An ethnic diversity...
Increasing everywhere.
Has begun to diminish,
The quality of life only those identified...
Were white of skin and entitled to end,
The rights of the ones...
Labelled to scum.
And beneath those self righteous.
With an image to delude and fiction,
Themselves as rulers.
And descendants to sit in positions as if...
They too were of royalty.
Kings and queens and born to be worshipped.

Yet...
A knowing grows to be shown,
There is only One God...
Sitting alone on that thrown.
Who has said repeatedly...
Worship no other God before Me.
Or...
You will regret,
All the mess and havoc you have created.

'God DID NOT say that!'

God displays His most mysterious ways.
And when messages God sends,
Are not taken seriously.
God and Mother Nature work as a team.
And like all Mothers,
Time does not Mother Nature waste...
To prove it shown,
Action speaks louder than words.

'Meaning what?'

It pays to stay observant!