A
Differing Perspective
(on the
First Amendment of the U.S. Constitution)
Why aren't there statutes to protect the soul?
To house it briefly is the body's role
Which, when the mortal life is done, returns
To dust or in the fiery furnace burns.
The body, muddy vesture of decay,
We shield, though dust and earthen jar of clay,
Incarcerating them who cause to bleed
Or reenact Cain's sin of Adam's seed.
'Gainst body's injury, our statutes guard
And even brick and mortar have regard
In laws establishing our property,
Supposèd cornerstone of liberty.
But that which Heaven values beyond price,
The soul, is slain in daily sacrifice.
The murderous tongue hath felled more than the sword
While those who most abuse it reap reward.
Like whitewashed tombs
of rottenness within,
They label harmless expletives as sin,
But straining gnats to swallow camels whole,
Their righteous sham is wholly rigmarole.
The language of the lie takes many forms
And of all sins, impervious to reforms.
No strictures are applied to sickening speech
That sullies goodness with its endless reach.
One reason for such unchecked infamy
Is misplaced constitutionality.
For liberty, imagined to our good,
Hath not the wiles of wickedness withstood.
Meanwhile, we need no guns to kill or maim
When images of violence defame
As searing bullets at the spirit sent,
Assailing eyes and ears once innocent.
Networks and Hollywood join in the fray,
The soul to ravage though it dearly pay.
Producers, actors, and directors all
The holy likeness savage, tear, and maul.
For monetary paper bills they trade
Humanity in divine image made,
Congratulate themselves with coffers filled,
But 'twas the Lamb of God whose blood they spilled.
So that great prize which at the judgment waits
To bring God's children through the pearl-lined gates
Is given up for momentary gain
And fleeting joy's paid by eternal pain.
Men blaspheme knowledge of the light and truth
And most of all corrupt the mind of youth
Yet hold a fig-leaf of hypocrisy,
Shunning humanity its form to see.
See, Satan as an angel masquerades,
The Sire of Lies
his righteousness parades
And quotes the scripture,
which can wound or heal,
Feigns generosity when he would steal.
His offspring, like him, wield the double edge
Of holy writ and to the Constitution pledge
Allegiance, hail "Free Speech" with sophist's art
But truth turns evil in a darkened heart.
Appearing all the while servants of light,
They cherish wrong and mask it as a "right".
The devil's call to expedite and speed,
These sugar-coated poison pills they feed.
The First Amendment's a capricious beast
Partial at times on human flesh to feast,
Then from this law of sin and death redeemed,
Let us the Spirit of Life
hold more esteemed.
Man was not made for law, but law for man,
'Twas ever so since man his reign began.
The spirit of a law always transcends
The letter of the law, so justice mends.
No guardian of the soul is court enactment
When overwielding the First Amendment
Invoked against all common sense and reason,
But master of the hunt in open season.
'Tis not to say I advocate repeal
Of such a cherished freedom, but appeal
That this great right does more than little wrong
And balance is the subject of my song.
When Wisdom calls aloud,
instructing us
To think on what is pure and good and just,
Pray tell me why, and let thy speech console,
There are no statutes to protect the soul.
April 2001
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