Hold in my palm and sip silently so
A million cunning plots laid bare thereby.
Truth's sweet flavour is of other marrow
Than unworthy gains usurped on the sly.
When twisted sabres cleave on foolish touch
With Goodness' unbending shadow's measure,
In joyous leaps, I revel in Providence's clutch;
Where knaves cast out and honesty treasured.
But on this Earth but ephemeral is joy
Where wicked minds wield sinuous tongues
Flaying benign souls with black human ploy
And void cores clambering on falsehood's rungs.
A life is not one where Justice forsook
And men in guile's garb, filial bonds brook.
