Holding The Waves

Poem By Satish Verma

Disgruntled and bitter,
Are those outspoken perceived.
When in observation,
A truth and reality to see contradicts...
The doings of hypocrites with proclaimed faith,
But not affliliated with values of morality...
Many today no longer fake.
Money corrupts!

And where churches exist,
In the midst of conflicts...
A wholesomeness that should be witnessed,
Seems dead on arrival or missing from action.
Although heard to be screamed from bullhorns,
Are the repeating of scriptures...
By those who have seen the 'light',
After the brightness of living deceiving lives...
Has awakened them from depths of darkness.

Disgruntled and bitter,
Are those outspoken perceived to be.
Those who have never been tricked or deceived,
By those boasting about their new found discovery...
Of 'something' far greater than themselves existing.
'Something' they now detect,
Is not impressed with their demonic deeds done to do.
Money corrupts.

And yet...
Crumbling are the steps upon which they stand,
To address with impressions to make.
With a hope that their 'visions' will be kept...
Not to correct or renovate that which crumbles.
But the money is the honey,
They want for themselves to bring back to their hives.

And no one perceived to be disgruntled or bitter,
Is not a handshaking politician...
Or a smooth talking religious zealot.
Those positions are too often committed,
By those who have the answers...
But somehow can not fix to rid,
The stopping of the asking of questions.

'Why aren't you asking them any questions.
You 'appear' to be intelligent.'

~That's why I don't ask any questions.
The doing of it has not proven to be beneficial.
Perceptions can be misleading.
My experiences have taught me this.~

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