Whispers in the Dust

Whispers in the Dust

Original Poem written by the Creator

Where golden towers pierce the sky,

And coffers overflow, a silent cry.

The widow's mite, a tear-stained plea,

Lost in the echoes of prosperity.

The scales of justice tipped and swayed,

Where power reigns, and truth's betrayed.

The righteous voice, a fragile thread,

By worldly clamor, left for dead.

The shepherd's crook, a gilded hook,

While hungry wolves, their flocks destroy.

The feast is set, the wine is poured,

But empty plates, forever ignored.

A whisper rises from the dust,

Saying, "God is just
enough."

Though shadows fall, and darkness reigns,

His light will break and loose the chains.

The seeds of greed bear their fruit,

A bitter harvest, absolute.

But mercy's rain, a cleansing tide,

Will wash the stains where truth has died.