Cliche Natural Order Poem by mike ruthenbeck

In any case, there are two kinds of men
Or so the saying would have you believe
There's them who have not, and them who have been
Those who destroy, those who offer reprieve
Some men are slaves, while others are rulers
Some men do nothing while other men try
Some men are born formidible duelers
Some men, when pushed, let out only a sigh
Circumstantially, all men are the same
Once They've pushed through to the edges of reason
When man lives his life as more than a game
He fallibly lives a life of treason.
Production and worth are not the same thing,
Or so i feel they would have you believe
Though, to the table, something we must bring
And more than simply your heart on your sleeve
Wealth is shown in the works of His making
Sowing and reaping, giving and taking