man went down to the crossroads
in a cold steel rain
filled with anger
that others had more
beasts of the field were faster stronger
more beautiful
other men had greater wealth and power
and were more feared
man looked into the night sky praying
God, I deserve more
friends are unfaithful
love turns to loss
the strong abuse the weak
the weak are blamed for their weakness
grant me great wealth and power
so that I can rise above
and I promise that all
will worship you or suffer
a darker bit of the darkness
like a hole in the night
appeared to man and spoke in a voice
like a melody
he won’t help you with that
but I will …
~
Advertisements
Bharat,
I had to read that poem twice before it sunk in what you are trying to say and yes there is no shortcut to everlasting goodness. If it is offered beware of an illusion.
LikeLiked by 1 person