The Folly of Your Choice

Sometimes words come to me in a way that I don't expect, but I've talked about this phenomenon before - where it's sort of like a Writer's Waterfall and I just go with the flow of things as they come through my mind.

Today, I wrote a new piece that I've entitled the Folly of Your Choice. This poem is inspired by real life and the experiences we are all facing together in the world presently. Even as I write this the breaking news is terrifying, but I think these words will speak for themselves regarding that:

Do you yet regret the folly of your choice?

Do you yet see the importance of using your God-given voice

to ensure that future generations remain free and able to choose

who they want to be?

Do you yet understand that you chose the evilest of the lot?

And that you celebrated the undoing of our land - like a sop with no mind, but worse yet you stand on the side of a man who would flee

Who wouldn't even call to wish his condolences to a grieving family?

Who would threaten the Land which Yahushuah once walked upon, and all the people who are brown across the globe would be subjected to this disgrace?

That they would once again be killing each other in the streets over something as ignorant as their race?

Did you think you'd be able to hide your face from the God you chose to appropriate to do such wickedness?

Did you think that the labels pinned to the lapel of your soul would just fade away - or were given without thought?

No, my dearest ones - you are the one who chose to put them upon your chest - like a badge of honor upon your vest when in reality they were nothing but the chains of your undoing - and now look at the worldwide violence now spewing?

I tried to warn you - and with love in my heart, and righteous Anger I did say things you hold against me to this very day, but I must issue this declaration: bold, loud and true - I am not the one to blame for what you chose to do. I called what is by what it showed and we must know them by their fruits.

You see, you chose to become the bitterest of these? And I had no choice but to call what I saw - what it would be.

Because now that we stand on the precipice of unprecedented mistake you are the one who has to live with being on the wrong side of the fence.

I did favors for those I loved in an effort to help them to rise above, and yet as people showed me who they were I had to observe and see that everything I ever thought about them was an illusion - a fake memory.

Because when action comes out, and truth reveals this prism of awful colors...what choice do we have but to see what was done so ever clearly?

I know that you may never care, but in history when it is all said and done those of you who made this mistake can only exonerate yourself by coming out of the Babylon you chose to enter willingly.

Will you hear the call of your ancestors?

Will you follow the God you claim to believe in?

Or will you follow this demagogue through the gates of hell into the fire of the apocalypse he don't give a damn about starting?

I digress...

Your silence, speaks bounds.

© 2025 Sai Marie Johnson