Winter Prompt #10
The same thing as always, saith the Lord.
You people (O my people) will never learn.
You rich loll—not on ivory couches—but still you loll.
Still you sell my poor.
Wars and rumors.
Every mountain and hill made low, but—
and this is important—not by me.
It’s not odd
that so many of you don’t believe.
Everything I can do, you can do better.
So this is official, saith the Lord.
I give up.
You’re on your own.
I’m the one whose faith