Ken Bennight

Gold Star - 4,868 Points (Dallas, Texas)

Unholy Is A Man - Poem by Ken Bennight

Widows cry upon a bed,
absent from the carrying.
Children hold out empty bowls,
searching for the sharing.
Candles burn both day and night,
the halls are filled with laughter.
Priest they set and count the coins,
from the debts of sins there after.
Preying on the simple man,
plucking him of deeds.
Who's absent from GODs wisdom,
Cause he knows not to read.
There's no such thing has a holy man,
who don't meet another's needs.
Many men have lost all things,
and still they cannot see.
Everyman in lifes the same.
greed unto themselves,
Born to die within their sins,
their sins and nothing else.

Topic(s) of this poem: life


Comments about Unholy Is A Man by Ken Bennight

  • Alice Perfect (10/24/2015 2:39:00 PM)


    so share and love
    and bless the others

    be it neighbors, cops
    or warm lovers
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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 4, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, September 4, 2015


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