These Dark Days (Poetry)

There are too many good people dead
and too many bad ones alive
the road’s looming bumpy ahead
and it’s doubtful slim hope will survive

The rich are too greedy to care
how the rest of the world struggle on
their natures too nasty to share
all conscience disowned or near-gone

While wealth pours more weight on the scales
great shadows of debt block the light
pure faith proves unequal and fails
thus the wrong way out-balances right

Far too many judged worthy and wise
have vanished down death’s winding track
and it really should be no surprise
they’ve no plans, these dark days, to come back

So we drift like a ship lost at sea
with a terrible hunger on board
for the power that schemes endlessly
and the money’s so-empty reward

While old stoics pray hard at His shrine
and fear greys the gambler’s face
holy water’s the bitterest wine
since the banker has fixed the last race