I Mocked Him

I mocked him Because, he was nothing like me, It made me joyful and happy. I mocked him Because, of his belief, I hope it brings him sorrow and grief. I mocked him And I don't really care, For him I will not help or say a prayer. I mocked him Because, how he walked, And because how he looked and talked. I mocked him With false rumors and accusations and lies, It brought joy and happiness to my eyes. I mocked him As if I was a schoolyard bully, I was mean, hateful, uncaringly and unruly. I mocked him Because, others did and told me to, I follow others as what they say and do. I mocked him Even though the Bible said I shouldn't, To stop it, I wouldn't. I mocked him From a whisper heard in my ear, It filled me with hate and fear. I mocked him And for him I didn't care or pray, I wonder what God will speak on my judgement day. Randy L. McClave