Iron of a lifetime
In the laughter of the decent
Baskets from the past bring sorrow
And the joy rapidly disappears
At the sight of their evil deeds
That once used to be their way of life
They changed, only to suffer
From stabbed wounds of guilt and regret
Do they question the choice?
Or is it the darkness that they loved?
They hoped for a change,
It appears, there is more than what
The preachers promised them.
In the unrighteousness of the wicked
Wave after wave, they get blessed
It rains manna, or at least, it seems
I wonder if He has been too tolerant
Or if we should keep waiting for justice
In the sins that they have transformed into norms
They have laid a bait for the weak and poor
That has had their faith shaken
In the falling of the decent, peace they find
They quench fires with gallons of paraffin
Their love of the riches hasn’t proven futile
And they have forgotten of the warnings.
Copyright © Billy Mlonda | Year Posted 2019