The Price He Paid

"The Price He Paid"

   by Luke Putz

He hung there bare,

The world did stare,

His death would save,

Them from the grave.

They did not care.

While nailed to wood He drew them in,

The sins of all. Then, now, to be.

He saw them all, each single sin,

Flashed through His mind each one did see.

In sin He watched them live,

They knew not what was true,

"Dear Father please forgive,

They know not what they do."

Fairness

"Fairness"

   by Luke Putz

What is life's greatest lie?

We say that life is fair.

And even though we try,

Nobody stops to stare.

Eventually we die,

Not one will stop to care,

Nor will as they pass by,

Can say "well that's not fair."

The Cost of Voting

"The Cost of Voting"

   by Luke Putz

Voting is a blood bought right,

But many see it as a chore,

They do not see what it has cost,

They do not care; it is a bore.

They do not think about the fight,

Nor of our soldiers soaked in gore,

Without their blood, all would be lost,

We'd fall through a tyranny door.

Don't waste your vote, your voice, your right,

That which we have given life for,

Make this nation, for which the cost,

That we have paid, worth dying for.

So cast your vote that evil might,

Not advance; strike at the core,

Let them know that all's not lost,

Elect good men to take the floor.