Until Christ comes we will feel the plagues.

We all go to the arenas
To see the Gladiators and Amazons,
And then we return home to eat the state corn.

But we are too skittish to see our
Gladiators gored, the blood pouring over our
Own hands. Instead we watch our
Ghetto daughters as they are molested on TV.
As long as their sorrows are silent
And not directly on our consciences we
Fail to take direct action.

We revel when a cooker is maimed or burned,
But we cheer loudly only because
It eases us somewhat from
The Prophet’s burden placed
On us personally.

So we buy a season’s worth of Chicago Dogs
And sit for a family picture,
Awaiting the rumble of
Earthquakes
In divers places where the moon is
Turned to blood, black as a sackcloth of hair.
We wait for the time when this tiny
Opaque ball will be
Transported toward the crystalline pyramids,
Where we can join the
Mother ship.

Principle:  As we approach the coming of Christ we are all too complacent about evil. The Prophet Joseph told us “from this day forward never invest another dollar in the world at large. But place all your energies in the building of Zion.”

Scripture: Doctrine and Covenants 36:8