We None of Us Are Angels Here

We none of us are angels here Though some of us pretend we are We wait for karma to appear When driven by our lust and fear How far will we go, Lord, how far We none of us are angels here The pen the sword, the quill the spear The battleground the bed or bar We wait for karma to appear And there - the burning in the ear The feather fallen in the tar We none of us are angels here How bitter that last drop of beer And pointy fingered last Haha! We wait for karma to appear How near is heaven now, how near As near as is the furthest star We none of us are angels here We wait for karma to appear © Gail Foster 19th August 2022