A bowl of lentil soup, to sell
A day of hunting to prove ill will
Small price to pay for first-born status
Back in the day, maybe common practice
Birthright wrought
Or was it history sought?
Follow your selfish desirous ploy
Short-circuiting you, from your continuous joy
A force of positivity. Available to you here
How do you use your dose of daily prayer?
To draw your blessings close from there to near
Or do you give it up for a bowl of beans
When you are weak and frail lay down on your knees
What is fair?
Righteous weigh - in minute detail up there
The Wicked - overlooked not so seriously
Checks and balances neglected unfairly
Slightly unclear, so it may seem
But the man who is pious has the highest deem
2 sides to your fight
Wicked and great encapsulated inside wrong and right
Impact the world, every mile done
No god here, to shun anyone
Feeling small about yourself?
Your actions don’t really count,
trying to make sense of your roller coaster as it runs about.
thrown left, far out of your control
bounce right, turning south
your karma’s on a roll
Daunted by it’s grandeur – opulent in size
Do my actions count? Will I ever be wise?
such a trick, you have been fooled
everything registered, no judgement overruled
it all counts now
no time space or how
you created the reality
and all it’s morality
every second, every creed
the value of your deed.
You are the master of your own decree.
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