Pauper Souled

Pauper poor

born to a family preachers

never had enough

envy

a sin that could not be excised.

Eloquent voice

roaring from the pulpit

extorting

bullying

stealing

building a kingdom upon the backs of the broken.

Slowly

shadows encroaching

falling to the wayside.

Forgotten:

tenets of love

peace

helping others.

Learned:

tenets of hatred

war

forsaking all.

Money clenched tight

two fists

never letting go.

Why use it as it should be?

To feed the poor.

To help communities.

Reach out to the forgotten

the addicts

the soulless.

Instead used thus…..

Home built upon a hill

glass and gold agleam

cherubs guard the gates

stained black

gorging on sin.

Cling to the fantasy

celebrate worth

celebrate love

while in the corner……

the Devil does sit.

Hellions

imps

demons

slathering

hidden by the shadows

waiting

lusting for the bloated soul

the vile poison oozing from pores.

Patience

while called a virtue

is something the denizens of Hell

are familiar with

as they wait

watching

waiting

for one to trip.

They descend

wrapping

in wicked embrace

ignoring the screams

down they go.

Oh poor baby

really thought all would be forgotten

forgiven

absolved at the pearly gates

failing to remember 

the deal made.

©April 30/19

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