The Unseen

We demean ourselves
and others
to be seen…
how pray tell
is that not
obscene?

These fiends
have obscured
our worth
and polluted
the source –
diverted our course…
reduced to
giving alms
to false idols
unworthy titles –
those who tell
fables
that are complex
not lackadaisical –
sight dimmed
but faith increased
as we pray
for a cease
and desist
for attacks
on our spirit –

but will
they hear it?

When they don’t
fear that
which is holy…
while having the
druthers to mind
the business
of others.

While bathing
in the supremacy
of contradictions.

I can’t call it
but this…
ain’t fiction.

Take this poetry
as a prescription.