Avarice and Vice
by Michael Doyle

In this workaday world, we barely muddle through
We worry about our own lives more than justice due
Our duty is more toward the good of our own family
Than to worry about every nuance of society

If another man must hang by taking our guilty place
It is counted as fate and accepted in muddled grace
Better that someone pay the price for avarice and vice
Than to become susceptible to a noose-like vise

This is the way society rolls as it's being defined
Guilt and innocence are simply constructs refined
Into discussions found within a philosopher's book
What does truth matter if nobody genuinely looks?

Beneath the veneer and just below society's surface
Is the fact that each of us is viewed for purpose
Truth, justice, and even mercy become mere constructs
As our world around us first magnifies then destructs

If we reflect silently, we will hear the voice
That tells us all that love or hate is our choice
This choice defines what will be our final outcome
Hell on Earth, or our father's kingdom

(c) February 8, 2025   Michael Doyle
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