Us

You talk about pleasure yet you don’t know what real pleasure is

       Real pleasure…  I got from my folks…  my husband…  my sons

       From my God… He gives me hope that you and this world can’t offer

       That’s simple pleasure … for me

You talk about indignity yet you don’t know what indignity is

       I’ll give you poverty and war until your soul is broken

       And I’ll give you humiliation

       Then you will know what indignity is

You talk about justice and fairness yet you don’t know what justice is

       not hearing my side of the story is injustice

       not extending compassion to the needy, or the sinner yet, is injustice even

       not valuing life … when repentance is yet possible… is injustice

       and disrespecting a free voice, idea, and spirit, is injustice

You talk about honesty but have you ever looked deep inside you?

       I can dig into your own skeletons in the closet

       And let you stare at it

       Then you will know what honesty is

You talk about eliminating racism yet have you ever looked closer?

       You flaunt your race too much and looked down on my race

       Would that be fair?

You talk about brotherhood yet those outside your sphere aren’t brothers/or sisters

       You can’t make them to belong less they subordinate themselves

       You talk about equality yet when you are favored the word becomes meaningless

       Let them fight over a piece of cake, like the gladiators, and we’ll laugh

               ‘til our bellies harden with air

       Let the one who will live, live, and the one who will die, die.

      

You talk about success yet have you, again, looked closer

       It shall be taken away from you at a time when you are

       At best rejoicing and when you feel you have no need of me.

You talk about education yet you have made countless thieves

       To protect your own gigantic interests

       I have no need of education now

       I can just loiter around the streets and carry on with my life

with a stick like Moses, or Socrates, spread the wisdom of Solomon – You can give me hemlock then if I offend your sensibilities.

You talk about humility, forgiveness, yet it doesn’t show

       It just doesn’t show my friend

       BTW, isn’t this world just about friendship?

       and love, and mercy, yes, and forgiveness.

You talk about so many issues yet you have not talked about death

       Death that stares you in the eyes when you’re near it

       What lies beyond you will never know

       You keep hoping there is a God that would bring you back beyond

       Then you start regretting the so many things that you talked about,

       sans LOVE.