Hypocrite

Thank you for this lesson

You've taught me such a valuable one

It was a hard lesson to learn

But I'm grateful

I learned

That I can't rely on anyone

That I can't trust anyone

That no one is real

Or genuine

Or truly loving

Not anymore

You extend a generous hand

To those in desperation

And in their hour of need

They release their pride

And accept your help with gratitude

And a bowed head

Can't you recognise a broken and defeated man

Can't you see when someone is hurting

You lie and you pretend to empathise

But only if there's something

For you to be gained

Your generosity is a ruse

Your word crumbles

Like the rotting wood of the false house

You built for your Father

You lash out cruelly

As those in peril reach for aid

You strike them

And laugh at their inadequacies

Only to make you feel better

About your own

They come to you

Naked

Starving

Cold

Exiled

And you are called

Commanded

By something greater than yourself

To clothe them

To feed them

To warm them

To house them

You

A hypocrite of your own faith

You

A righteous man

A keeper of the faith

He who spreads blessings

You are none of these things

Your delusional mind disturbs me

Have you even read that rule book

Which you claim to live by

I don't need a black book

With fragile paper

So easily torn

Or disintegrated

Or burned to ash

To tell me how to be

Simply

A decent human being

What lives in my spirit is made of iron

Not paper

Like your silly book

My own hardships

Have granted me empathy

My own lacking

Has graced me with compassion

But truly I have no lack

I am rich in all ways but monetarily

It's you who is really lacking

It's you who has nothing

A beggar dressed in rags

When the unreality of this life

Is stripped away

And all that's left is dirt and dust and ash

And the death

We all must eventually succumb to

What riches will you have

When your rotting corpse lies in the ground

In a box no bigger

Or more luxurious

Than mine

You will be in poverty

Stripped of all possessions

As we were in this life

You never understood that

Richness of the spirit is greater

Than all the world's goods

And where will those worldly goods get you

When you're rotting beneath the ground

With not a single friend to mourn you