The Grace Poem by Edmund V. Strolis

The shifting tides of humanity
The crumbling of tribal structure
The rites, the rituals, the values
The amassing of millions scattered
The hub of the city suffocates

The modern world grows and glitters
The streets are a jungle of pain
The children sell their worn bodies
The cancer spreads further each day
The values of mankind decay

The church can not count the lost heads
The souls of the millions unknown
The saga began with the loss of the tribe
The souls can not find a true home
The mouths are not fed on our pity

The shoes we wear we choose freely
The thought to be selfish or not
The prayer is one we are living
The goal to be worthy and grateful
The grace to appreciate all we've got