Hated
Sometimes, in life, I feel resented;
occaisionally it’s due to my faith;
when thoughts of God are presented;
we incur the wrath of other’s hate.
If I’m wrong; why should others care;
does it matter; whatever I conceive?
Perhaps, it’s due to the guilt they bear;
they’d much rather hate; than believe.
For, to believe, they must obey authority;
infinite power; well beyond their own;
they crave and lust over a simple majority;
stepping over bodies to ascend a throne.
They cannot abide in the concept of truth;
insisting, upon living their own way;
tho they have none; of others they want proof;
refusing to see the light of day.
Many are those who in their arrogant vanity;
are driven by deep hate, inside;
all absolute truth; to them, is profanity;
all those, who espouse it, must hide.
Man simply cannot live on bread alone;
for the physical wasn’t made to last;
the body must die for the soul to go home;
the future; to be; will exceed the past.
The soul goes to heaven; on wings of a dove;
those who love God, are all related;
the heavenly garden is the kingdom of love;
but, on earth, God’s people are hated.
Monty 8/1/23. # 1,716