They Sit Up Here Alone With Me
I sit alone above the fray
Await the saviors coming day
I listen not to other voices
Fraught with the trouble of their choices.
For I am sure the savior saves
The saints and fresh forgiven knaves
Regardless of their Karmic debt
Who rolled the dice and won their bet.
As empty suits at lecterns rave
Console the meek, condemn the brave
And lock the doors of heaven’s gate
To those who showed a bit too late.
The Publican, the Pharisee
They sit up here alone with me.
John G. Lawless
©7/6/2022
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