Seemingly Good Beset By Cowardice Poem by Margaret Alice Second

I know certain things are run by idiocy, the most immoral and
unprincipled rise to the top; but what makes me wonder no end
is why seemingly moral people abet and support them, the only
reason is the seemingly good are also beset by cowardice, need
to relate to weaker specimens, feeling threatened by those with
high moral principles - which means the seemingly good are not
good underneath, just white-washed tombstones

Best is find the humour in their doings, laugh as the situation is
droll - I know the fragile peace between us only exist because I
traded freedom for advantages - however conditional - what use
would freedom be if you were not there to help me deal with the
duties of life - we only live in peace because I obey the law laid
down by physical force - and why not, being free and alone with-
out a home and family would be meaningless

New friends might reveal more of the shortcomings forming part
of life in captivity - after all, when I relate our farcical
discussions to my friend, we laugh no end; thus this relationship
affords food for the soul, sometimes I want equal rights but
if I wait long enough, the feeling subsides, I can leave this
task for another to complete; discrepancy between want and need
is illustrated by all, why should I want anything less
in my life; let me bow

Lick your shoes, say amen to all you say, be silent long enough;
let me be very obedient - facing a male prima donna is not my way,
I love quiet contemplation and peace, let me look down on the
world, see the unprincipled leading the way and be calm, what
does it matter what they do and say, as long as I manage to
keep my eye on the vision of what harmonies might be encountered
after this life of sorrow has passed…