For all the good, I did for them in life,
All that I got was hatred, jealousy;
My hate for wealth and fame put me in strife,
Back-stabbing friends and foes who were lousy!
For all the kindness, I bestowed on men,
And help I rendered though they didn't deserve,
Brick-bats came flying and I said ‘amen! '
O God, I asked, ‘Must I such persons serve? '
For all the patience, I had used so free,
My faith in God does save me till the end;
No force on earth can instil fear in me,
My principles, I never dared to bend.
The world I know is treacherous, unfair;
But Maker loves me much, protects, takes care!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 24-01-2015
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