Never to Late

say a man,
a random man,
better yet, say you

you of high morals
and empty headed
empathy

search your mirror
of egregious decent,

standards placed on others
to hide your infidelity,

you, who cast your stones
with little or no remorse,

I find you guilty,

guilty of treason upon
your fellow man,

deniability your weapon
of choice

your empty passion scares
you like raisins in the sun,

your contribution smells
of burning timber and diesel

you, who sit in your church
of judgment with other hollow
hearts,

casting your crippling
guilt upon humanity

walk among your demons
you empty hearted fixer,

you, who fear death knowing
retribution will meet you
at the gate.

count your greed of flimsy
currency and castles made
of robust poverty.

burn your ivory towers
park your limousine,

time offers you a gift,
it is never too late

©2008/jdr