Fortune,
Your caprice has been decried—
You…have been vilified,
Flouted by those distraught,
Their plaint is having been denied—
Unjustly deprived of their ‘deserved’ lot.
Your caprice has been decried—
You…have been vilified,
Flouted by those distraught,
Their plaint is having been denied—
Unjustly deprived of their ‘deserved’ lot.
Deserved lot?
From whence comes this haughty mindset?
Who are we to dictate the receipt of our blessings?
It’s like we’ve been hit in the occiput,
And are under the illusion we’re kings and queens—
But we’re not monarchs; we’re but mere subjects,
Whose irreverence is starting to become obscene—
In essence, we’ve become those that jeered and spat…
Upon He that died for our well-being.
Who are we to dictate the receipt of our blessings?
It’s like we’ve been hit in the occiput,
And are under the illusion we’re kings and queens—
But we’re not monarchs; we’re but mere subjects,
Whose irreverence is starting to become obscene—
In essence, we’ve become those that jeered and spat…
Upon He that died for our well-being.
And yet, “[W]ell-being is vain”!?
Why? Because, like the moon, it waxes and wanes?
When we say these things,
Virtually, we seek to deterge the cross of its crimson stains—
Ignominiously rejecting our undeserved claim…
Even when drenched by life’s downpours,
We’re only prolonging our misery when we mope & complain.
Why? Because, like the moon, it waxes and wanes?
When we say these things,
Virtually, we seek to deterge the cross of its crimson stains—
Ignominiously rejecting our undeserved claim…
Even when drenched by life’s downpours,
We’re only prolonging our misery when we mope & complain.
People lament Fortune,
But instead of saying God’s name,
They invoke her’s;
In the heart is bedded truth;
But cowardice so constricts the vocal cords,
That unto the air enters a more diluted form when spoken—
It’d be unrecognizable if we knew neither our heart,
Nor the sound of our own voice…
But instead of saying God’s name,
They invoke her’s;
In the heart is bedded truth;
But cowardice so constricts the vocal cords,
That unto the air enters a more diluted form when spoken—
It’d be unrecognizable if we knew neither our heart,
Nor the sound of our own voice…
God,
Your caprice has been decried—
You…have been vilified,
Flouted by those distraught,
Their plaint is having been denied—
Unjustly deprived of their ‘deserved’ lot.
Your caprice has been decried—
You…have been vilified,
Flouted by those distraught,
Their plaint is having been denied—
Unjustly deprived of their ‘deserved’ lot.
God knows what is best for us—
The rich and the poor alike,
And to the latter, God sees that you’re in anguish;
He’s not insensitive to your plight;
If you’re floundering in this economic detritus,
Stand upright;
You’ll make yourself easier to notice,
Even if jobs, right now, aren’t rife—
At times life can be insipid…
But it will always sate your appetite.
The rich and the poor alike,
And to the latter, God sees that you’re in anguish;
He’s not insensitive to your plight;
If you’re floundering in this economic detritus,
Stand upright;
You’ll make yourself easier to notice,
Even if jobs, right now, aren’t rife—
At times life can be insipid…
But it will always sate your appetite.
Stand upright… Withstand, period.
—Kevin B. Waring
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