A civil war on North Church Road, no wealth to gain, no wealth <br />bestowed.. For things possess and can not get.. To pass on by <br />but not forget.. Brother against brother, father against son.. <br />No target hit, no battle won.. Know not the reason this be so.. <br />No axe to grind, no row to hoe.. Son against father, it's just the <br />same, the only tie is but the name.. And what the reason, right to rule.. <br />Not learned in books, not learned in school.. The past is gone, <br />and present here.. No happy smiles, but always tear.. A ledger writ, <br />it will be read, with all that's done, with all that's said.. <br />Give up I must, not fight my blood.. The lawns and fields where I <br />once stood.. What pennance give, what joy's renew.. Just backward <br />look, the future view.. Just what is right, and what is wrong.. <br />Meet the test, and e'er be strong.. Turn the face, the other cheek.. <br />For to inherit doth the meek.. I grieve in sorrow, always pain.. <br />No good to worry, nor complain.. I cannot change, no use to fret.. <br />The poor to poor, the scheemers get.. Lost it all, no fault, my own.. <br />But each ones sins they must atone.. Cannot be weak, but always <br />strong.. On top I'll be, again e'er long..<br /><br />John Leroy Maxwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/north-church/
