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