“If ‘Good’ Men Sit”

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“If ‘Good’ Men Sit”

Robert Alan Balaicius

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November 29, 2019

If good men sit as devils rule
    and all wise men just play the fool;
when fools trod on where angels fear
    morality, foul turned so queer;
when “men of cloth” “play church” and bray
    and celebrate each heathen day;
when shepherds fleece the woolly flock
    and Christ Himself do brazen mock;
and feed the dogs, the wolves, the swine
    invite the serpents, “Come and dine!”
and feed the jackals Living Bread
    but shame the sheep and wish them dead;
vile “pastors” feast on mutton roast
    “friend of the world” is their main boast;
chameleons who change their skin
    some valued prize they hope to win;
“amalgamate with heathen foul”
    —they counsel wrapped in “holy” cowl;
they have no fear, they do not quake
    —civilization is at stake;
they prance around and preach feel-good
    God’s Word, have never understood;
Spirit devoid, they know not God
    by Satan have their feet been shod;
worldly philosophy they spew
    and taint the minds in ev’ry pew;
these humanists no Christians be
    Antichrist dogma teach with glee;
On Judgment Day shall they dread hear
    “Approach Me not — come thou not near!”
“I know thee not, thou art not Mine”
    “Begone thou churl, with goat and swine”;
“Be cast to Hell, thy due reward”
    “for having so denied the Lord”.


If good men sit and silent hide
    content with evil to abide;
to tolerate all God doth hate,
    —promiscuously  procreate;
and violate God’s ev’ry Law
    abominate and defile all;
and sell their soul to bidder high
    think nothing of the day they’ll die;
to ev’ry sin surrender fast
    fear not at all God’s Fi’ry Blast:
“Christ did abolish God’s Own Law”
    “we cannot sin, or too-far fall”;
“It matters not whate’er we do”
    “God loves us still and smiles anew”;
“though evil sin we now call ‘good’ ”
    “though we don’t do, all that we should”;
“God careth not, He accepts all”
    “whether we rise or though we fall”;
“He will not judge, He will not damn”
    “our fate’s within our very hand”;
“He will not interfere or scold”
    “for it’s our life—He’s not so bold”;
“A Gentleman refined is He”
    “a spectator, not referee”;
“No moral absolutes so old”
    need hamper or our conscience hold”;
“Such obsolete restrictions stale”
    “need not over our will prevail”;
“seek ‘progress’ all — your goal should be”
    “not narrowminded bigotry”;
“release the past, just let it go”
    “embrace the future let ‘luv’ grow”;
...all these vile notions—putrid death
    shall choke from such their very breath.


If good men idle rest and play
    indiff’rent to each evil way;
content to watch thugs play with ball
    finance their crimes both great and small;
one day be-fore God they shall stand
    explain themselves at His Command;
how will they justify their sin?
    trembling in fear or with a grin?
how could they waste such precious time?
    how could they spend even a dime?
so mesmerized by savage beast
    they entertain and throw a feast;
and cheer them on with drooling chin
    hoping so hard ‘their team’ will win;
our women raped by savage apes
    while they watch sports mouths all agape;
you claim it’s ‘research’ why you view
    to stay abreast of all they do;
—a chimpanzee does chimpish things
    to win those Superbowlish rings;
o spare me all your hollow lies
    as Christendom so brutal dies;
you watch to satiate your flesh
    instead of doing what is best;
and what of God, what will He say?
    —not hallowing His Holy Day:
“My Sabbath did you so defile”
    “by watching monkeys dance and smile”;
“you worshipped Me for half an hour”
    “then watched the heathen rage in pow’r”;
“unplug the tube—just give it up”
    “don’t finance Antichrist corrupt”;
“your mind bathe in My Word instead”
    “read, meditate, until you’re fed”.


If good men com-pro-mise their soul
    how shall what’s empty be made whole?
if apathetic eyes they turn
    their hearts to God don’t truly yearn;
they’re drunk on Babylon’s vile rum
    as traitors destroy Christendom;
pursuing all their heart’s desire
    they just ignore the burning fire;
that ravages all that’s been built
    heritage lost—they have no guilt;
cowed into fear by a mere word
    into compliance they are spurred;
monuments vandalized each day
    by negroes armed with cans of spray;
defiling ancestors so true
    yet not a peep, complaint from you;
and yet you watch them on game day
    who take a knee, hate U.S.A.
who hate our God and hate His Son
    blaspheme our Saviour, just for fun;
you do not blink, you do not care
    onward you look with vacant stare;
you cheer the queers you cheer the apes
    each time a bit of God escapes;
whenever evil rears its head
    and you’re not angered or turn red;
when you sit still when Christ would act
    you deny Christ, and that’s a fact;
so go ye on, I wish you well
    enjoy the trip, your jaunt to Hell;
for ev’ry tree’s known by its fruit
    it can’t sole boast in ancient root;
if good men sit as evil spreads
    —they’re not good men, their spirits dead.


See also:


—Town Crier of Christendom

Deliverance Prayer — In the Face of “Politically Correct” Genocidal “Tolerance”

ye gods —what fools these mortals be!


[The above 4 poems will soon be printed in Sober & Sacred Reflections, poems of R.A.B., Volume II, c.260pp., 19.00 + P&H.

Volume 1 has been and is available: Bittersweet Impressions & Inspirations, original poems and a few short stories, Robert Alan Balaicius, 310pp., pb., 6x9, 20.00 + P&H.




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