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The god of greed, of power and of haste
Has wrought in silence all the joy of Love
From hearts of men and, in his anger, placed
His shield of gold upon the throne above.

Far down below, among the crowd dispersed
By petty brawls, debate and brutal screams,
His slaves sweat out with every breath immersed
In search of treasures and of silver streams.

The clever lord smirks slyly on his seat,
Amused that his devices are in swing
To daze the race of men. Let them repeat
The wrongs which, when committed, make him king!

Despite his mighty craft, the master does not know
That somewhere far, well hidden from his stare,
A greater force, well known to be his foe,
Is stronger still, all-wise and truly fair. 

This power trumps the lies and masquerade
Which avarice and fraud have set in place. 
This ray of light, which does not fear the blade,
Is earnest Love, immune from all disgrace.

In her angelic shrine, she is unmoved
By selfish men, and boastful malice shown
To those who prize their honesty, who proved
That honest life is often life alone.

Unseen and quiet, she descends to aid
The weary and aggrieved, who lose their way,
Who stumble blindly and whose powers fade
As they traverse the world in gloom and disarray.

The haughty master sees but worries not,
His aimless servants droning on bewitched,
But in the purest heart there lies a plot
Which, every minute, is by Love enriched.
   
With time and faithful patience, devotees
Of truth, humility and unrelenting grace
See, deep within, a vision which foresees
Relief from grief and justice for their case.

And thus, although the selfish men at large
Live out their days in lassitude or pride,
A few remain in the majestic barge
Of those who prove that kindness has not died.

Such is the world: a place of right and wrong,
Where those in power laugh—though they are blind—
And those who seek the truth are bold and strong,
Though very oft to silent pain confined.

O, reader, if you’ve loved and grieved,
Allow these humble words to urge and plead:
Though you were slighted, or indeed deceived,
May you forgive the world and be forever freed!

Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com
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