This is a repost of the winning entry by Gerald Galindez, a poem about the realities, emotions of Christian youths. It garnered the first place in the first UMYF national poem contest.
Quiescent no more
Harvest first the master says
Famine stricken throat for days
Brought the end of farmers toil
Again United with his soil
Comfort of a market shade
Home of all the beggars frayed
Talking wounds on fleshless knees
That is what they meant of peace
Collecting broken dreams, a house
Of Harlots forced to work with sows
Make-up hides the swollen ducts
Client undresses and locks
Bustling cars of justice men
Does his job from ten to ten
Meets the youth to sell his drugs
remits to political rugs
Precious vault the greedy owns
Money in his blood and bones
Hunger knocks his shiny Ford
Mocks away the poor ignored
Peaceful yet it harrows you
If justice hides what should you do
For a youth that serves to God
Must you share our Jesus' blood
Blood of love and peace accords
Christian soldiers drop your swords
Wear the cleanest conscience robe
Start with you before the globe
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