The Trouble Within

Some are crafty and witty Tainting the experience of a city Quenching whatever godliness will kindle Befriending only to use and swindle Now the old wish for the olden day And the young crave for that which the old say But aren't we victims of one another Each one a brother to a brother whom we don't bother All the good that we today see as myth Is fanned by our strangling of each other's faith Yet the name of the Lord is still on our lips Tell my then why the tapestry fades and rips Like trees lush and green but without fruit The gardening we have received we still don't foot Taking without giving Virtue dying out of our living For we justify of its death with the times And we are now silent in the face of crimes Away from the woe of calling light darkness Consequence will reveal your deeds in starkness Let God lead ye, oh ye his sons and daughters Safely wading through the darts and the plotters We of Christ's fold shall be known by our love And all the righteous bearings we shall have K. Muitherero