REAP THE WHIRLWIND

We’ve ridden on the backs of all,

To blame, we are, if we should fall,

The devil, yes, he’ll pay his due,

But he’s responsible only for few,

We are our own worst demon desires,

Giving in without help to such dark fires,

Created to stand above angels some day,

We’re more content in getting our way,

Loathsome creatures that we are,

Turned black instead of nova star,

The good in us we usually shirk,

Because we’re lazy and won’t work,

Looking for the easiest way,

We’ll hold our moral choices at bay,

From birth to death and far beyond,

We’ll see whether our choices were wrong.

PTR September 26, 2011