Pedestals of our demise

They claim divinity
without kind acts
truth without it being
buttressed by fact
the wrath without
ascertaining the math,
you have to laugh
at the simple minded
who lust to be wise,
looking for
segues around
the prerequisites
of being still
in humility,
we will never
get our fill…
eating from the
plates of the
gold encrusted
corrupted,
absent of the light
and wherewithal
to do right
in the sight of
the
Almighty…
those souls
that we place
on pedestals
comprised
of our own
demise.
Alas, when will recognize
the disguise…
as they hide
in plain sight?
Leaving us
to fight among
each other…
Lord knows
we are supposed
to be our brother’s
keeper,
but we treat designs
on kindness
like the lepers
of old
as we are
lactose intolerant
to the milk of
human kindness.

Published by Shun P. Writes

Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Podcast Host, possessor of 2 cents, Blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way. View all posts by Shun P. Writes