Celtic Kharma
The reaper rhymes a rhyme to Riddle me
"Your Castles gone", he said, "now go be free"
But "What" I pray, "will be my Legacy?"
"The air you breathe, these words you speak to me"
"But man", I cried "is judged by his possessions"
"On earth", he said "these things are mans obsession"
These truths I fear lead only to confession
"Confess" he cried, "let that be your progression"
I only craved the Wealth that others claim
The money, the lifestyle and the fame
The Celtic Tigress roars within her shame
A Nation left unbridled writhes in pain
You say your faith is strong, yet you despair
Again he says "you speak and breathe Gods air"
For this alone my friend should bring you cheer
"There are far harsher crosses you could bear"
Oh can't you see I struggle, day by day
These Tears I cry can't wash my Sins away
The debt amassed is more than I can pay
"Have Faith", he sighed, for "help is on its way"
Apothecary ease my wearied thoughts
The battle flares again, each time it's fought
As time it flies and leaves me here distraught
God knows in time, it's only time I've bought
"Behold the Gifts you hold within your reach"
"Are you not Blessed with Word enough to Preach?"
"Preach what" I screamed, your favour I beseech
"That Love of God is Fading out of Reach?"
While 'Naked', peoples lives unfold in drama
A shirt and tie, be the Politicians armour
We wait in line to gather Heavens mana
While drowning in a sea of Celtic Kharma
Copyright © Peter Walsh | Year Posted 2014
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