Brace yourselves
As you endure
That which beats
On earthen shore.
Wind will seek
To find the haunt
Of empty faces;
Old and gaunt.
Strike a chord
And deafen ears
That instigate
The darkest fears
Of shallow heads,
Of empty minds
That squarely knot
The ties that bind
Creative concepts,
Simple misteps,
Misplaced footsteps
Kept in line.
Yet, they know
A common thread
In all of us,
Such issue's dead
To eyes so blind
They cannot see
The perfect
Similarity;
A heart that loves,
A soul that burns,
A hope for peace
This world yet yearns.
So lay in siege
And hide the rage
That plays out on
The human stage
As well they hide
In garbage bins
Among them, pride;
The deadly sins.
The envy,
Anger, avarice,
Such greed;
So easily dismissed.
The lust they hold out
With both hands
In offering
To every man.
Temptation with
Its lilting phrase
Wrapped in wanton,
Lilting gaze;
To yet oppress.
To yet possess.
To yet suppress
Love's open-ness.
Such love found now
In thin disguise
Awaits its own
Fateful demise.
Pockets fairly
Overflow
With evil deeds
And hands that sow
Such hate-filled thoughts
In little brains
That worship all
Or what remains
To offer them.
Should they inquire
Can we see God?
Can we desire
To have all that
Which you now offer
From your precious
Golden coffer?
And what should be
The given change
To pay back all
Within test range?
For history,
With eyes kept shut
Knows humans endure
The bias cut.
