Knew the truth you were anxious to cover,
your dastardly lurking’s not lost on me;
Trying to hide from my x-ray vision,
it’s such a pity how you wrote me off;
Your dastardly lurking’s not lost on me,
stop these attempts to become a shadow;
I play the game so much better than you;
Trying to hide from my x-ray vision,
you cannot dim my light I’m here to foil;
False flow is bested with a fireball;
It’s such a pity how you wrote me off,
my skills could have prevented a downfall;
I lay waste to all your rapacious lies.
Rich get richer as they
ride shamelessly over
rights, and equality;
remorseless profiteers,
reaping their lust for gold,
reduce the rabble to
rats in a maze of debt.
Sunday Morning Quiet
David J Walker
It is in the Sunday morning quiet
A quiet noted in the whisperings
Of a house settled when
The sayings will begin
Later in the day
If at all
The sayings will be small
If at all
Rapacious prays
Repetitious fears
Religion ignored
Lucky them
It is a Sunday morning quiet
When nothing needed is noted
And understood
Reaping much more than sowing
Available products enough but nowhere near satisfactory
Poor taste for contentment and management
Appetite so broad with unreachable threshold
Covering needed capacity with extra huge lanes
Identifying the boundary but crossing over it
Out of this limit, the need demands more
Ultimately giving priority to such greed as a way of life
Solidifying the attitude of always wanting more than more
Her charm and beauty all I saw,
In darkness took my flight.
Knowing not of my demise,
Or knowing wrong from right.
I fell completely in love with her
She wielded me with Charm.
She lured me in with beauty,
And blinded me from harm.
I was so in love with her
And in her folly played.
Not mindful of my Father’s wish
And His word I disobeyed.
So subtly to me she came
And in her face I saw,
Only good that she could bring
And nothing else at all.
I thought she would stand by me
And then one day I found
She had no love for me at all
And I fell upon the ground.
I turned my eyes to heaven
To Him I began to pray.
And asked HIM to deliver me
To take her from my way.
He filled me with His precious love
And made my eyes to see
She was only like her name
And from her I should flee.
Her beauty yet entices me
And Sin is still her name.
Her will no longer captures me
Since Jesus to me came.
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