During my goings-on,

Often is it, that I do overhear,

The gripes of weary souls!

Students, Christians, pagans, scholars, beggars, workers, family, strangers, friends, lovers, enemies, peers, professors, professionals, et cetera. 

With many different words,

They all say,

“We are tired and poor, 

And we do not want to keep on.

Things are not fair,

And nothing is easy…

We are wasting our precious days.

With bodies,

Bruised and scarred,

And souls,

So Stained with sin, 

That we are forever now, 

Addicted to our own treachery.”

And also,

“We bought into,

Their stylized selfish luxuries,

So that we too may,

overindulge ourselves –

In self-satisfactions, and

Instant gratifications,

And the judgement of others.

We wish for salvation and structure,

But we refute serfdom to any Lord,

Of any kind, and even to ourselves.

We are wild and regressive beasts.

As are we,

proud and pompous delinquents.

-But-

It is true, that,

We are ashamed,

We have done awful things,

And so it seems, 

-that no amount of good deeds, now

Will cure us of our cankers.

May our Children know better.”