In the Hands of Men and Women

Very few questions asked

But what is the value of volunteering

when all is left in their hands?

Do they know how tired you are

or can they just let it be?

Power is there

where all fear has subsided

Tests show promise or areas

for development

Anyway

There is still a scar on the inside

Drink the drink

That will cure

Regurgitate the lure as proof

Until mass is lost

Not even a child can tell

how uneven your stance is

as if the angels are your personal stylists

The guardians that will walk you proudly

through the gates unlike the pearl necklaces

you gave at will on cue

That was your mark you left on society

What you will be remembered for

Whenever they know

They won’t envy you

Afraid they will be considered less

to hang their head in submission

And after all is said and done

It is the last photo posted onto

the screen of Light

that will reveal what they missed

But it won’t be the last time

they won’t know

One God yet many demons surround them

to wipe clean their slate

comparing a Monday Morning to a Friday afternoon

Ready is the weekend for the weak end

who try however emphatically

not to let it be