YOU WILL MEET YOUR END

Do you not see the world you live in?
Can you not hear the painful cries?
The blood that spilled is not forgotten;
Oh you are blind, you have no eyes!

Where is your heart, your love, your patience?
No more compassion left within?
You waste it all, consumed by greed;
Oh you are deaf to those in need!

Why do you laugh at those less able?
You are not one to judge their souls.
They may seem weak, deranged, unnerved...
But they will get what they deserve/

And you will also meet your end.
You may not see the error of your ways,
But there is one who does see all.
From your pedestal you will fall.

Believe the skies are not for you.
Believe the words you know are true.
You will find out on your last day,
But you will have no rightful say.

- 2002 -

(End of poem)