A complaint

If you don’t like my poem, just close it tight, It won’t harm me, I’ll be all right. History itself will judge, not we, Who stands tall, and who’s lesser, you’ll see. I write my verses as my heart desires, My only demand is truth that inspires. Better to cry out and die for what’s real Than cross to the other side with sin to conceal. Will I find happiness? Maybe, maybe not, It matters little if I’m liked or forgot. My duty is truth for the future to bear; If not, would I not rest idle somewhere? Have I fulfilled my duty? I cannot say, Have I done good or simply gone astray? Instead of questioning those like me, To the future, I’ll write my plea! You may not be an angel, but still you strive, The truth of life will always survive. When hellfire scorches your very soul, Our earthly woes will seem so small. Demons and spirits grow numerous today, True sincerity feels further away. Before your conscience, your soul purifies, Through the good deeds seen by human eyes. A person redeems with kindness alone, And a cleansed soul brings me joy unknown. Let my people testify to the truth of my word, And let this petition stand as my accord!