Spare Thoughts

Tumbleweed inside the brain
Causes you to change your game
As social conscience dissipates
And many face their empty plates
Truths sentries leave their posts for fun
To travel free and find the sun
Whilst on the news the fear has spread
That natures hate just wants you dead
It tells you that ‘your world has ended’
Not what books say God intended
Your only hopes are Politicians
Medicines and their decisions
So never think you’re fit and able
Healing herbs are just a fable
Presumption rides the old blind horse
Along the path of life’s remorse
Where bleeding knees of pious Clerics
Leave passing Demons in hysterics
And the menu board outside each chapel
Implies much suffering from the apple
But dainty ladies shun the reading
Claiming asps are so misleading
‘Men can search neath stone and log
To blame some other underdog!’
In town and country, it’s the same
Faking wisdom is the game
Ideas that we are forgiven
Are grasped like tickets into heaven
All without Gods confrontation
Men believe he’s their relation
Will ‘it’ go on; and on, and on
Till thoughts ideas are all gone?
For then the time of guessing comes
Will there be gnashing teeth and drums?
Or was it all within your head?
Do you find out when you are dead?

© Steve Bentley