What A Façade!

 

 

Delay of gratification

Delay of results

Delay of justice

Oh, what an insult!

 

Delay of compassion

Delay of assistance

Delay of doing right

With deliberate insistence.

 

Removal of rights

And the promotion of wrong,

The discoloration of truth-

Everything belongs.

 

What a farce!

What a façade!

Unrighteousness trumps truth

And many are glad.

 

Money, the bottom line

And the top line view,

In the so-called church

And in Parliaments too.

 

 

Money mek de mare fly

And lots more as well

And as the opportunists get richer,

Ain’t nuttin dey won’t sell.

 

Every man has a price

That is what they say,

Never mind how good he may be

He’ll change if you pay.

 

This is really sad

If it is truly so,

Particularly to the church

It’s like a death-blow.

 

What a farce! 

What a façade!

Who or what to believe?

Boy, tings bad!

 

 

I can give a solution

But a mind tells me don’t

And even though I am not sure,

I believe I won’t.

 

You’ve heard it before

I have no doubt,

If you are a part of the mess

It’s time to get out.

 

The ‘it’ in the last verse

Refers to the solution,

However, let me emphatically say,

It’s not absolution.

 

Stewart Russell © January, 2024