We live in a world of entitlement
Where everything is expected
Material things are our enjoyment
Emotional well being is neglected
To appreciate, sacrifice is required
Gain by loss is driven
After death, Christ new life acquired
Ganesha a new head was given
When even hope has lost its way
And you have to look up to see distress
Until all you have, you give away
There is nothing you will possess
Odin tore out his right eye
So all wise he would be
Not so much as a word, Job did cry
Despite all of his misery
To reignite ashes now grown cold
For the phoenix to raise and fly
You must be strong, even bold
You need an internal eye
Still not enough, further fuel is needed
Compassion, charity and more still
Avarice, gluttony and envy defeated
Take from your mouth to feed who wish you ill
Putting oneself behind all others
Not judging a single one
In one's breast the love of mothers
To not even an enemy shun
Brutality, venality, or morality
Choose wisely what you're remembered for
Sacrifice guarantees immortality
As your life's final encore
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sorenbarrett (
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- Comment from author about the poem: a Brahman who having attained the fourth and last stage of life as a beggar will not be reborn, but will instead be absorbed into the Universal Soul
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Comments3
Made sense to me.
Thanks for your review and comprehension
Wow, I am blown away! This is such a wonderful treatise, in poetic form, on a society that has embraced self importance to the extent that it has lost sight of the meaning of the word "selfless".
Perhaps "selfie" is truly an appropriate moniker these days. Such a life fails to find meaning and value in its superficial existence. Perhaps it has to get worse before it can get better, I can only hope. Thank you dear poet for this wise and very powerful piece.
Thank you Bella you humble me. I so appreciate your review and most kind comments.
Brilliant!
more power to your enlightenment
wise Poet
that you choose to share and hope
despite knowing it all
is testimony to your lion heart's
laudable defiance of unbending
bravery!
(onwards, dear poet kin
how sweet this accursed breath
how salty our tears of refrain
hoe poetic this legacy we boldly
ink)
L,B. I think I enjoy your poetic responses as much as the poems I read. Thank you for your support and most kind words.
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