How is it that

she is so blind

to what is right

in front of her? 

How many times

must he hear

the truth spoken 

by those who know? 

When will the rebellion 

stop? 

When will the incessant need

to be heard,

to be revered, 

to be right,

be dropped? 

Dear God – 

we are all dying – 

drowning ourselves 

in the mire of right,

burning each other 

in the fire of selfish plight!

How long, I ask, 

and how far away, 

is the road to 

humility?