Illusions Poem by John Sensele

I labour in vain
If puny pride precedes my service
Sowing strain, swelling my brain
In illusions of febrile fleece.

I fail my duty
If I do to the common man an injustice
Filling my life with brazen booty
In illusions of jinxed justice.

I mock God
If I act like a Pharisee
Failing my pride to scold
When I vacillate at sea with glee.

I fail if I don't forgive my enemy
Filling my heart with hate
Thrashing my enemy enemy's plea
Distorting his plea into a threat.