Bending Backward

Bending Backward We seem to bend backward Where the truth is told We seem to lean forward To coruscating gold. When conscience is dead Our blunt nerve is teased When cruelty fills the head Our minds are pleased. Then we turn a blind eye Where the infirm do cross Hiding as they pass by To seclude our dross! We seem to bend backward When a neighbour cries We seem to move forward When we are ruled by lies. Most of our time is spend In pursuit of leisure Lies, Evil and wicked intend That cankers soul’s treasure. We enjoy leaning forward To peek inside a hot pot In which rank poison boils To proffer our Foe a tot And die twisting like coils. We do recline backward To rest on laurels green Boasting of being die-hard When we are unclean!! How do you kill own blood Or rape a wretched minor? Being in a backward mood Or this degenerate manner! We seem to bend backward More than bending forward! 09th October 2013