Digging up Graves

It just hit me that 2010 has its days numbered... and I mean it'll be single digits soon. And I haven't written anything in a long time; familiar feeling, that. So here's something from the yellowing pages of my old old diary, in the hope that it'll make up for something new.

And yeah, it's unnamed..



A thousand words may speak the truth;
A single letter lies.
A hundred men commit a crime;
A chosen scapegoat dies.

No matter how much good abounds,
Evils lie within.
The preachers preach with all their might,
But cannot conquer Sin.

With love and trust and honesty,
Man a living makes.
To crumble all in one clean sweep,
But a second takes.

Oft I wonder by myself,
Is it worth the price?
The fitful honest righteous life
That really isn't so nice.

Until a part of me protests
To stifle this pretense.
Is any cost too high to pay
For an ounce of innocence?



----- Original composition: 12 September 2006.