It’s hard to do the right thing
when fate calls your name out loud
Where not only the bad get punished
in its pursuit
The world has lost its way
along the path of least resistance
Our ethos dueling the hunger pangs
of human nature at its root
So many have been killed
in the ageless battle for truth immortal
A deadly fight with rules afoul
that change from night to day
The sun though always rising east
the moon diverts its purpose
As reason falls when memory stalls
—the righteous kept at bay
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)
If Walls Could Talk
Sentenced wrongly
imprisoned well
The bars a fortress
—where voices dwell
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
The Fortress
From the rock of ages
a pebble thrown
A thundering crash
—from David’s stone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)