Is it foolish to expect justice in this world?
Where Man ordains everything his and seeks
New paths towards quenching the greed within.
Where we lock doors and dim lights to keep
Our neighbors safely away.
Where strange glances accompany
Quiet judgements.
We scoff at the beauty of others.
At safe heights we hide our passions.
Our feelings.
We point and ridicule, hiding in
Shallow ditches.
We bury our hands in deep pockets.
Our souls in temporal desires.
Sacrificing taste for freedom.
Handing over freedom for friendship.
Giving up friendship for comfort.
Tossing comfort for conformity.
The same sins I condemn
Hold me in clenched fingers.
Choking the only life I know.
Yet they shall not see.
Oh to be examined and found guilty
By a righteous Judge.
Where Man has no say and no excuse.
Yet loved.
May I strive until that Hour
Towards one goal.
Not my will, but Thine.
the icon you had with this entry. ..
i thought that’s what you titled your piece as. (“a work in progress”.)
if not, you should.
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