Amen

 Plight of prejudice when beckons greater perils
Stranded the bait stays glued to rust
Proximal menace evolves as mate
And resident angels smeared in dust

Who hath no guts shall hath no glory
Seems inane yet true to core
Dodge your function in feigned distress
Enigma unvoiced will arrive at shore

Diligence prominent is a woven myth
Which you know for sure
Wizards of fortune are no fools, my friend
Tranquilized pose but revelations pure

To nurture the sick half
Have thou traded your fizzy slice?
Nectar dry and absent of hue
With no one in imminence to entice

Underachieved honors planted around
Justified by sowed compass of belief
When failed have thou to recognize
You traded vigor with comic-relief

Listen to the call from inside
As that incinerates the adulterated you
To redeem your fermenting slices of desire
May priorities be redefined in horizons new. Amen.