#Poetry #Poem
THE TREE
by Bill Kochman
11-29-2016
That great old tree grew big and proud,
Its highest branch could touch a cloud.
But over the years it became so corrupt,
God determined its end would be abrupt.
So then the Lord His axe He laid bare,
Leaves and branches flew through the air.
Oh sinful America, is this your plight?
Will you disappear in one single night?
Your sins angered Heaven, do not doubt,
Now the furious God has called you out.
Your time grows short, you better repent,
For if you don’t, your roots He will rent.
