The Silt Of Guilt Poem by John Sensele

‘Tis written on your wall
Pride crashes before its feisty fall
Alongside the death of the sapped soul

Pumped up to look down on the vulnerable
In favour of the redoubtable and the venerable
Who for a reason and a season seem impregnable

Until God's justice levels the gregarious ground
Elevating Lazarus and Zaccheus to the sound
Of the temerity trumpet moving the mundane mound

Bribery and brinkmanship build on the gangrene steeped in guilt
Enchained and entwined to the madness and sadness silt
That by gradation slays the sick soul to the hilt

Rendering exploiters, mockers and scoffers insensitive
When they think their royalty redemptive
In evil actions whose consequences grow pre-emptive

In nature
In culture
In the rapture that resolves the capture of children and women's future.