Sacrifice

 Sacrifice


A forgotten virtue if truth be told

When young men gave their lives

Forsaking wives and children

For kingdom, God and country. 


Now we feel betrayed by churches,

By leaders and by politicians

Who knows where truth lies any more?

The well’s run empty as is the store. 


And what of us when young 

Who gave our all to serve a God unseen?

What now when old to give for climate change

So sadly near and very real? 


Do we feel we’ve paid our dues?

And now it’s time for others?

To sacrifice as once we did

Half a century earlier?


Do we feel our job is done?

That we can spend while the young 

Will have a future less secure

As we run down the family’s funds? 


Or do feel our time has come

To show the mettle when we were young?

Cut back consumption and our vices,

To follow through our old advices? 






 

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