Prose - Does Evil Always Win?
Money always matters
Evil needs no sleep
Feasting as we toil
Gloating while we weep
Why do good people
Risk their lives
While evil people
Just tell lies?
Ignoring our children’s bare feet
While clothing their greed
An insatiable lust
Taking what they do not need
Intertwined in our lives
Religious and patriotic bond
What do we believe?
How should we respond?
Non-violence
Or death
An iron conscience
Or fear’s breadth
We suffer silently
Simmering as we toil
Smiling blindly
Pretending to be loyal
They know
We are weak
Paycheck to paycheck
Too scared to speak
Too scared to lose a job
And our future
And so we acquiesce
And live with our displeasure
We are too small to succeed
As they are too big to fail
We pull at our bootstraps
They plunder their bail
A man and wife
Separated by poverty
Gold digging women
Accept their master's infidelity
The poor in their misery
Know no politics
The intellectuals argue
Flexing their academics
Nothing can stop them
Their craving never ends
A senator or president
Nice titles but not our friends
We know it when we see it
And yet we listen
The messages they send
With words they imprison
Our minds
Controlling our actions
Using fear
They divide us into factions
We oppose one another
As they quietly scheme
Pretending to care
While we fight for our dreams
Who will save us?
The mob on the street?
The God we hope for?
Or will we always be weak?
I tire of the rich
And of endless war
And our national interest
What is it all for?
I read of a drone
That blindfolds before the execution
To fight the banker of our demise
And the hermit living for martyrdom
What do I tell my children?
What should they understand?
That evil always wins?
Or that good will spring from our land?
