Stones of Duty

 

Put down this pride and pray they tell me
But I cannot - I must be free
Look at them, frozen in supplication
Time-worn beggars of foul reputation
And I see with a hundred eyes
Their whimpering, their tragedies, their lies
Their false hope and their hypocrisy
Thinly veiled, but oh! so prettily
Dressed up for the Sunday parade
Free will? Ha! it's a charade
They sing wooden praises to have no other god
Such a valiant effort and I applaud
But this too is false, a game to play
For between their black and white, no shades of gray
Laughter rings and sings a hollow tune
But if I dance and prance will you join me soon?
No. I think not.
I think you forgot.
You misplaced the knowledge of life with beauty
Picked up instead the stones of duty.

Reviews

[Donald Meikle]

Well done. To have seen them carrying their burdens and tried to lighten them with this. Dance and prance onwards, noticing some tapping feet.