The Peril

You are all vehement and gutsy Putting across even the wrong forcefully With vulgarity drawing a bow or curtsy From a righteous man smeared shamefully You care not for truth but to win Teasing an argument to tear down whoever dares With heads coining every justification for sin To wear out the fervency of any man who cares That’s how the world is under the evil one’s sway A lordless codeless lot living for pleasure Taking license of way and stray And their wildest wishes are their treasure They squander their prime It is theirs to spend as they please So long as the sin is not a crime Their deadened conscience allows with ease How many wishes have we heard from the frail And how many regrets on the deathbeds What does the realization of failure entail That the end now unravels the soul’s dreads Yet the cycle continues in the midst of counsel Ye be wise that you descendants may live Sit and reason only in a Godly council And Godliness shall be all you take and give K. Muitherero.