Hypocrisy (church, abortion, pray, catholic, service)

[Doc]

I desire no fame or fortune or grattitude for my "heroics"? I am not one. I am a modest simpleton. However, I shall post a poem or too. This one was written when I first questioned materialism.

What am I

I bribe I kill I murder and cheat
You may hate me but I can’t be beat


Most people envy me and keep me very well
But if I’m used for evil, you may find yourself in Hell
Burn me Treasure me throw me into dust
But you need me for I am what you lust

Hide me in your deepest horde
But without me you will be bored

I corrupt and divorce and turn you on your friend
I take no side but you, for evil I will send

I am needed here on Earth, but burn me in the afterlife
But I’m always here on Earth to cause another strife

I hurt and help and comfort you with a dagger in my hand
Some of you will turn me away and some will take a stand

You hate me and love me as Gollum did the Ring
When I fall into your hands you’ll jump in joy and sing

And you’ll ask me what I am and I will say “Honey”
“I kill I cheat I lie and bribe, for I am simply MONEY”

I wrote this poem protesting the War in Iraq

A Poem for Love
While hope may diminish and faith insecure
The love of the world will surely endure
It cannot be taught it cannot be learned
It cannot be bought but it can be yearned
It’s hidden everywhere in the dark and in the light
Though it seems to be so far away, sometimes it’s in plain sight
Most often it’s easy for us to find
Others in oppression don’t feel so inclined
The seeds of time have blossomed and died
But love is always strong when we smiled and when we cried
No matter what happens whether tragic or sad
Love is still with us in the senior and the lad
We will fight one another until the bitter end
But love is found somewhere around the corner or the bend
Its soft loving hands caress us everyday
No matter when we turn our backs it’s here with us to stay
We may sometimes lose hope and our faith may fail
We may lose our loved ones and feel lost and frail
How sad we are for the friends we’ll never see
The Darkness surrounds us will we ever be free
Yet we must look into our own hearts to brave the storm ahead
We mustn’t turn to anger but look to love instead
For hope will diminish and faith insecure
Yet the Love of the world will surely endure


It used to be a lot harsher. I mentioned the error of our leaders and wrote more about people's blind judgement. However I changed it to try to make it of a more timeless and more uplifting poem.

[huajiro]

I like the way you think Doc