Simple Truth Poem by Long Tooth

Though you're not clear that I am dear,
still brook no fear true friends aren't near!
Should we control who serves our soul
if there's no toll (our gain's their goal) ?
Is it a sin to let folks in,
their insight's win, blow meant for chin?
Truth's what I've got? Can ‘Truth' be bought?
Is ‘Heaven, ' not ‘Man's Camelot? '

Self-knowing's pride we feel inside
(mere way to hide thoughts fools abide) !
Humility is what saints see
and Grace ‘to be' what sets us free
from binding hate that seals our fate.
Our urge to greatness call to bait -
Satanic lure! Define impure:
Will to endure (non sequitur) .


Long Tooth
December 10th in 2021