YOLO Lord

A young man gets a gun--Sirhan or Lee,
one leader dies, or twelve die in the thunder,
the wanton killings no one wants to see,
where are You, Lord, in their poor lives, I wonder?

The gun sits on the sill like some sad vulture,
I’ve neve heard one die by drive-by knives,
kids lying in their violent, sex-soaked culture,
why must they die not loving You in their lives?

We read, they don’t, most just do the technology,
the media feed their need to take a life,
they pill, then kill, just do it--the biology,
the single one with gun should take a wife.

O YOLO Lord, we live once for Your sake,
for You teach souls to give instead of take.

                           -- by Pete Voelz       7/22/12