Ashamed Poem by Raymond Jimison

I am ashamed.

Those I chose to do my bidding
Have wasted days posing and flitting.
Nary a solid soul does it appear.

All I wanted was someone who
Would swallow pride and just be true.
And, not hold mirrors quite so dear.

I appears that those who were to do my bidding
Were once sincere and oh so fitting,
But, once chosen, what was, has disappeared.

In my request I'm not alone.
I echo words of all who've grown,
Whose heart and home is held so dear.

But, when the chosen started killing,
It sent my feelings reeling.
Forget my bidding, It's God they'd better fear.

I am ashamed.