Babylon the symbol of violence, Zion a state of mind, a symbol of peace
Babylon known for cruelty, thick scars from prison yards, men being crushed by cleats
God created me to be a weapon, righteous stepping toward peace that people could greet
Master of illusions with them I can draw any depictive portrait to catch the culprit
That’s not even as thick as the growth gets...
God must have a solution, you all sinners if the soul fits…
I was created to make a perfect illusion so peace and love don’t get elusive
In the cloud I put my earlobe where the tears grow and the pain flows
I must do something to make the love show, even through demonic foes
God knows everywhere the sun touch can glow, from the sewers to the nose
Anything can happen, in the summer it could even snow through a hot stove
I make a massive illusion to stop any violent popes
Replace it with prophets predicting hope through a telescope
Leland Wright
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-s-weapon-hope/
