Not all that you see,
Makes sense in this world,
Even what you breathe;
can ill you or destroyed.
Arise in your thought,
Think twice if you can,
Temptation has grown;
But you can escape.
Lies for dinner,
A stew made of war,
With hateful spices;
And bread of ill dough.
Despite this new order,
High crime and the rich,
You’re made to be better;
Be wiser and think.
Not all that you’re seeing,
It’s true at your sight,
Test everything rather,
Be still and aright.
Walter Daniel Tomeo
September 2022
