The unkindness, selfishness around me...
tires me, and I ask - what reward would
one hope to obtain by being mean-spirited
Small minded people...little souls
that have sold out in the hopes
that they will receive some of the spoil...
without toil or patience, shadow souls
hope to drink from the cup
of a rich manís scraps.
No conscience breaks through a
wall thatís consumed with defense,
no matter what cost to the soul already lost
in the greed of cowardice and untruth...
pretense saturates an unholy heart.
Someone who died before they ever started to live;
couldnít give, couldnít exist without the deceit
dreams of unkindness and profit bring,
to do this thing, no matter what the cost to an
innocent soul...how can another
not see the hole carved out in the darkness
of their own heart?
And from the path of salvation...
An unholy soul departs.
© Deborah L. Kelly