Dose nativity nature the needy,
do UN-trustfulness accurately describe the greedy.
Will the gusty gifted being glib plead guilty,
long before the generous give until they are empty.
Can the heedless hard-hearted become heroic
or am I a simple fool suffering from fits of euphoric.
I have been told that I am my brother’s keeper,
or will I be labeled the enabler that keeps him weaker.
Loathsome is the modest morals of the manipulator,
honorable is that inspirational spirit of the creator.
Deviously defensive before the demise from dishonesty,
these are my compulsive thoughts in our new reality.
Anxious yet still apathetic, arrogant when unsympathetic
boorish I haven’t regretted, selfishness seems systemic.
Joyfully the jubilant fellow the hopefulness of the faithful
out of the shadows I’m thrust, we must, in God we trust.
If in thy faith lay in thy own hands
when thy love bloom over this land
deny thy own name in spite of pain
will stand before the alter in shame