Once I was young full foolish pride <br />Arrogance streamed galore <br />Self; ruled as king with lust as guide <br />Living as Satan’s whore <br /> <br />Wandering lost carousing blind <br />Hoping to satisfy <br />Yet nought, nor no-one could I find <br />To show me how and why <br /> <br />How much I tried myself to see <br />How deep sometimes my thoughts <br />Yet always peace would elude me <br />Regardless where was sought <br /> <br />How come still happiness failed me? <br />Why joy was not for long <br />How in the world could I be free? <br />Not knowing what was wrong <br /> <br />My friends behaved and lived as I <br />My neighbours quite the same <br />I’d heard as a child of God on high <br />But never knew His name <br /> <br />Religion couldn’t help me much <br />Constantly at war <br />If God still lives He’d be in touch <br />And open up a door <br /> <br />He’d send someone to make amends <br />Or come Himself instead <br />He’d end the wars make enemies friends <br />And help the walking dead <br /> <br />If hell were real and Heaven true <br />Then pigs perhaps would fly <br />And fools would live the way I do <br />Until the day they die<br /><br />Michael P. Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pigs-would-fly/
