Amos 2

I hear the cries from the ground so loud

Blood soaked streets wear a shameful shroud

The scales are tipped the poor pushed out

Truth buried deep under greed’s dark cloud

You trample the needy like dirt on your shoe

Build your mansions while their lives are bruised

The harvest you hoard it ain't yours to choose

The judge is coming no way to refuse

Let the rivers roar let the mountains quake

The lion's growl says the world will shake

You buy the poor for a pair of old shoes

Sell the broken just to fuel your ruse

Fattened calves on the altars of pride

While the widow and orphans are cast aside

You sing your songs but they're empty tunes

Your feasts are hollow beneath gold spun moons

You dress the wound with a counterfeit balm

But the wrath of the Lord ain't quiet or calm

Let justice roll down like waters wide

Let righteousness flow like never ending tide

Weigh your heart in the balance no place to hide

Let justice roll down let justice decide

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The earth cries loud the trees bend low

Fields once golden now refuse to grow

Cities crumble dust fills the sky

A land of plenty now runs dry why?

Blood in the river justice runs thin

They trade their souls for silver and sin

The cries of the poor like echoes in the void

Their pain ignored their lives destroyed

You build your mansions walls so high

But no stone stands when truth walks by

You trample the weak their cries ignored

But the judge comes swinging His sword

Famine of love a drought of care

We choke on greed we breathe despair

The stars dim out the moon turns red

A warning’s written where angels tread

Seek the Lord let justice flow

Like waters rushing breaking stone

The land weeps the land screams

Broken by our wicked dreams

But there's a light a narrow way

Turn back now while it's still day

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Hear the lowing, soft and deep

Bashan's cows in velvet sleep,

On beds of ease, they stretch and yawn

While fields of grain are left forlorn.

Diamond hooves and jeweled horns

They feast on plenty every morn,

Oblivious to the hungry cries

Lost in their gilded paradise.

Bring more wine, and richer cream

Blind to the suffering, it would seem,

Their laughter echoes, hollow, cold

As justice is bought and souls are sold.

Silk and spices, myrrh and gold

Stories of sorrow left untold,

The prophet's words, they cannot hear

For comfort dulls both eye and ear.

But mark my words, a day will come

When luxury's song is stricken dumb,

And Bashan's cows will face the plow

Their reign of ease is over now.

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