Calling Out

Why must the loyal
toil and suffer?
Water from tears shed
serving as buffer
for oceans of grief… or
baptismal callings –
to heal up
the fallen
and those who
call out
to you
in raspy intonations
pleading for
grace –
acknowledgements
of uncomfortable truths
that speaks to
the futility
of the haughty
who refuse
to search
for your face –
so close yet
so far
a distance
tantamount from
Earth to
Alpha Centauri
celestial partitions
segues to
that which is
stored up
for the willing
in the absence
of swarthy intentions.
During our time
or sentence,
this detention
in this world
where the
wicked floss
their ill gotten
gains and the
simple don’t
see it, for what it is..
miseducation pays
for those who
exploit the
foolish…
this is ridiculous,
preposterous, even
how ignorance
rules and wisdom
is considered
the plague.