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Real Ethics Cry

Our judges question still today the God that gives us life. All praise to Him brings peace on earth, but big money comes through war and strife.

They’ve made a bust of Themis to bend your point of view; the interpretation of our law is a myth to judges too!

Some say to us, there are no rules “that laws are made to break;” But when they face the Final Judge you’ll hear, “for heavens’ sake.”

Now some say that Bush was wrong to start these unjust wars, I only know there was consent and some congressmen are whores.

Fathers die on battlefields and history tells just why. Money is made selling war machines but still the children cry.

As the blood of saints gone out to war are crying out to God. Our leaders sins are soon revealed and God spares not the rod.

The blood the blood its judgement time as Jesus truly said; all men must listen to the blood or they will be twice dead.

Author- James E. Reeves

195Phillips Ridge Rd., Empire, Alabama 35063

Alberta’s Story

It is a privilege to know Alberta and this is where I’ll start,

Her story began with conversation about good food and a broken heart.

She was assigned to my book of clients to share

For collections and prospects much profits to bear.

A woman of color, her rosy cheeks seem to burst.

Began with a story she didn’t have to rehearse.

“We left Alabama in the fifties for sure

Because of all the trouble we had to endure.”

No work for my husband so not much to eat

New York looked much better we had kinfolk to meet.

Our folks there were anxious no money no room;

We had to get work or starve very soon.

So finally my husband found some success

This waiting and looking was such a distress.

He asked on his first paycheck, now what bills should be met?

I said, “a night on the town and a table that’s set.”

So we enjoyed a New York dinner the best I ever had.

We came wearing old clothes but we were still glad.

The waitress said no money please it’s on the owner;

He wants to see you now and he’s coming around the corner.

My stomach was full, so I thought oh! How great!

Then I heard what he said as he broke my plate.

“We don’t serve people with dirty clothes on their back,

The plate that you touched we’ll replace on our rack.”

Tears big as dimes were splashing the floor.

Retelling this story involved so much more.

She left sweet Alabama the place of her home,

But to some discrimination exist wherever they roam.

Many people have told me stories some were true and some were not.

Some stories meant nothing at all to me but some meant quite a lot.

And there have been some people I esteemed so very high

People most courageous not embarrassed at all to cry.

Now sometimes-big tears of emotions are not always true

But when judging what is from the heart it is more than just a clue.

                              By- James E Reeves