Any Façade Is Bad

I tried to believe it

But I really could not,

I had covered all the ends

But I still got caught.

Later I discovered

I was set up by a friend,

A straight case of envy

And that was the end.

Someone came calling

And I answered the knock,

On opening the door

I was confronted by cops.

It made no use running

They had me good

And one read me my rights

As any good cop would.

For a moment or so

I had considered a bluff

But before I could decide

I was in handcuffs.

I was roughly led away

And put in a vehicle

And driven to the precinct

Like a common criminal.

I had had a long run

I had made lots of cash

But now I had been found out

It was over in a flash.

Few would believe it

I had a beautiful façade,

The society respected me

And I was a community dad.

But I betrayed their trust

Though that did not matter,

As long as I was making money

That was not a bother.

  

A friend wanted to get in

On my little deal

But I told him I wouldn’t

And he threatened to squeal.

He was particularly persistent

And I did not back down,

I refused to give in

But he kept coming around.

I had been careless

During just one transaction,

He was privy to this

And wanted a piece of the action.

But greed is a funny thing

And I wasn’t going to share,

He eventually disappeared

But then the cops appeared.

Clearly he had gone to them

With what he had known

For when they came to the house

They were not alone.

He accompanied them

And he identified me too,

There was nowhere out of this

I was finally through.

I made the newspapers

It was not a pretty sight,

I had looked good for a while

But my deeds came to light.

A featured mugshot

And a photo in handcuffs,

The easy days were over

I was now into the rough.

Many could not believe it

And neither could I,

I was so humiliated

I wish I could die.

But why am I telling you this?

It is the least I can do,

If you are doing like I did

Your comeuppance will come too.

It is time you understand

That any façade is bad

And eventually all will know

You are not a genuine dad.

Stewart Russell © October 2018

The “I” in SIN

I felt I had to write

But I knew not what,

However I persisted

And here is what I got.

Looking at the first verse

Here is what I saw

The “I” is dominating

Hence the self-rule law.

There is a tendency

To think so much of self,

Me, myself and I

Put others on the shelf.

Not quite the advice

That’s ordered in the Word:

God then others then I

It’s like I hadn’t heard.

The “I” so imposing

Sticks out like a sore thumb,

And reaching out to others

Not nearly so much fun.

It’s at the root of all evil

I must always be first,

And only by the Holy Spirit

Can one effect the reverse.

Lucifer was the first

That sought to push the “I”,

Now he’s the source of evil

Having left the sky.

Eve followed thereafter

As Satan led the way,

It must be mine she thought

And so it is today.

What ever the “I” sees

It is for the “I” to own,

And so we have a world of “I”

And the “I” lives there alone.

Except of course for the “I’s”

Who see the same as he,

If there is any getting

The getting must be me.

Certainly not a good one

This portrait I have painted

But definitely a picture

With which we are acquainted.

The “I’s” have it

And that is unanimously so,

No wonder the Rastas declare

“I” and “I” in co.

God becomes the big “I”

I must be just like Him,

First Satan then Eve

Then a world full of SIN.

Do not misunderstand

The verse before this verse,

To be our own gods

Brings on us SIN’s curse.

Seize It Now!

 It has to be mine

And not tomorrow “I” urge

But now is the best time.

The “I” in SIN spells greed

Or avarice you may say,

Whatever you may call it

The “I” is the SIN-sick way.

Stewart Russell (c) January 2019