Sun Souling

Forgiveness pays Anger Brings poverty To the rich heart society Prayers console A pagan life So empty Darkness rules Bitter people They wither Like olden stool Love has no school But we teach hatred Like lost lambs Passion drives Sometimes to death If wisdom is ill health No light Wrong flights Bulbs lighten the proud Only but at night Who to trust, a plight Egos chase heartbeats In inspired rage Dungeon fights An ensue Of kindled mights That bite Look at the sun Be its son Shine to bless Don’t be just a man