Who are we?
Really.
Life factors change the contours of our journey
Like GPS systems gone awry.
We confront physical dead ends and emotional off ramps.
Virtual realities collide with actual reality.
Personalities are diminished by abuse and depression.
Character is challenged by temptations of pride and greed.
Humility hides behind false bravado.
Ego stands front and center during decision making moments.
Disregard for opposing view points erupts
From the classroom to the boardroom.
We dream heroically-
We awake as cowards.
Verbally, we dismiss immorality,
Yet, in reality, we practice it.
We break Commandments everyday,
But on Sunday mornings
We morph into Christian soldiers,
Marching as to war.
Who are we...
Really?
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We are a multitude of hypocrites, a bunch of ego compensating people - unwise in our ways, greedy and selfish, ... I love the insight and the articulation of the poem. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.