Not to be Believed

I have no more tears to cry,
     I would weep day and night.
I have no place to hide,
     I would run there aright.
My own bend their tongues
     like bows to let their lies fly.
They stick out their hands
     like daggers to stab us by.
They extend their filthy feet
     like rocks to make us fall.
They stop up their ears
     like plugs to block God's call.
They speak words of peace
     like robbers intent to deceive.
And they promise to spend time,
     but like liars they are not to be

Jeremiah 9

by J Alan R
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