WINTER GIVING

 

It’s a funny old world,

In the way that it’s turned,

With the truths that we own,

And the lies that we learned

 

We believed in creation,

That story just fine,

Then along came Charles Darwin,

Just spinning his line?

 

There’s god in his heaven,

That’s somewhere above,

And we’re showered with mercy

Unparalleled love.

 

But the devils below us,

In brimstone and ash,

And we’re eased to damnation,

For counting our cash.

 

A rich man in paradise,

How could that be,

A bankers Elysium,

Gullible me,

 

Store not up your treasure,

The bible maintains,

But there’s comfort in money,

Whatever the pains.

 

So give just a little,

Not really a lot,

Small portions of substance,

From what we have got.

 

Then easing our conscience,

Display all our good,

For though we don’t want to,

We’re told that we should.

 

This season I’m wanting,

Just wanting to please,

I’ll prey on my neighbours,

Then pray on my knees.

 

I’ll pray for forgiveness,

For what I have done,

Reflect on my actions,

And comment ‘what fun’.

 

Then never the hypocrite,

Sinful and proud,

Some blot of humanity,

Lost in the crowd.