Rustic Civility

Spent seventy cents on sentry saints Though soul and spirit rebel with the pulse I read their abuse with an effort of excuse This rum, this loaf to feast is grossly imbalanced These pennies paid with pains on African plains Twice a dozen days my labor effort to afford This gesture though un-lorded is induced To keep on keeping on a faint kiss on the cross Multitudes embrace, a singly saint can't otherwise Not for the hate, neither duty nor pride It's to keep the tradition not to go instinct We were schooled givers never lack For fair play, takers also never lack In appreciation, a pauper comes riding a Lexus And by the way life goes, Earth will crowd Heavens Wouldn't there be a gendarme post raised? Then a ghetto for the screening of saints But for the cents, the kobo's and cowries offered Heavens will erect a bureau De change God, for the treasure the Earth offers thee.