You are all vehement and gutsy
Putting across even the wrong forcefully
With vulgarity drawing a bow or curtsy
From a righteous man smeared shamefully
You care not for truth but to win
Teasing an argument to tear down whoever dares
With heads coining every justification for sin
To wear out the fervency of any man who cares
That’s how the world is under the evil one’s sway
A lordless codeless lot living for pleasure
Taking license of way and stray
And their wildest wishes are their treasure
They squander their prime
It is theirs to spend as they please
So long as the sin is not a crime
Their deadened conscience allows with ease
How many wishes have we heard from the frail
And how many regrets on the deathbeds
What does the realization of failure entail
That the end now unravels the soul’s dreads
Yet the cycle continues in the midst of counsel
Ye be wise that you descendants may live
Sit and reason only in a Godly council
And Godliness shall be all you take and give
K. Muitherero.
Categories:
lordless, god, life,
Form: Rhyme