The Saint and the Hypocrite
He lives his faith simply, humbly and honestly,
he does not sit in judgment nor is he preachy,
neither does he act sanctimoniously in any way,
he teaches himself to be God-fearing and saintly.
Politicizing religion, claiming moral ascendancy,
piously pretending from the pulpit that he is holy
yet, demonizing anyone who dares to disagree,
he is the perfect picture of blatant hypocrisy.
Never complaining even while accepting blame,
when transgressing he feels a sense of shame.
He applies the rules to others rather severely
but to himself reserves loopholes and leeway.
Not content that he forever remains the same,
he confronts his flaws and fights to right them.
He hurls accusations on just about anything
yet he is more wicked when no one is looking.
The lowly saint is cognizant of his human frailty,
holding no pretensions, his life an open book.
The hypocrite is the guardian of our morality
while he keeps a mistress hidden in the nook.
The saint knows he is weak and tries his best,
the hypocrite thinks he is nobler than the rest.
The saint is worthy of emulation, dead or alive,
the hypocrite is worth nothing except to his tribe.
Copyright © Wilfredo Derequito | Year Posted 2007
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