A Mina, A Mina, A Shekel, And Half-Minas Poem by Almira Bausley

A voice is echoing through and billows
Traveling a distance that cannot be reached on mere feet
The cry has sounded forth
The knock has reached my door

Harken onto me

Hatred is brewing in the heart of man
Sorrows drown his life
Because the undertow of the current has caught him
Despite his struggle and strife

A sheep stands silent before his shearers
As his glory is removed
The shearer pays no mind
To the sheep’s silent cries
And ruthlessly continues

The destruction of a man
Is caused by his own success
When he refuses to be corrected
Thinking he knows what is best

This same man passes by an old beggar
Wallowing on the side of the street

The old beggar holds a secret
In his heart….He is free
Free from the burden of responsibility
For which he pays a daily price
Of being passed by

He has a wisdom that exceeds beyond his years
Yet it will profit him nothing
If there is no one there in which to share
Then all his accumulated wisdom perishes with him

We live in a sad society
Where the grown are acting like children
And the children are acting like they’re grown
When the gift of accountability is refused
Then the right of authority gets misused
And another must rise to the occasion

Then the lofty will fall
From his corporate ladder
And the beggar restored the double honor
When we’re all debased
Wearing the veil of shame over our face
And reduced to nothing
We are the same

We live in a deferred country
Where everyone must pay the price eventually
Unwittingly we pay it with our lives

On that dark and still day of September
A person preferred to plummet to their death
From a tower scrapping the sky
Then to face the flames
And be eaten alive

Ironically they had good sense

We are all caught in this deadly game of Russian roulette
However some have managed to escape
Through our prevailing disbeliefs our eyes have been blinded
To the reality
Of life after death
And the debt to be paid.