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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