yet we are enslaved,
By the works of our hands
The beautiful things we’ve made to serve us
Now sits as lord, dictating how we run.
We made the shirt,
For us to wear
But if a man dresses not like the rest
He is termed a weirdo not fit for a friend
We built houses
And now it tells
How one may be seen
And pray thee,
shall he be befriended
We made the cars
And its unjustly guiding us
For in a gathering of many
The one with the most valued cars
Receives the highest regard
We instituted the schools,
And the degrees of degrees
And by this a smile is accorded
Or a scorn dished out
This one thing have I seen
That GOD has made man perfect
But in trying to help GOD do more
We have added pain to our already heaped up sorrow.
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Some of those things we all need to hear
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This is a beautiful piece. It really speaks volume on the irony of life. Everyone want to justify the maxim: “if you can’t beat them, join them.”
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Thought-provoking words of our life and times…Thank you for following CarolCooks2 🙂
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