Whispers in the Dust

Whispers in the Dus t 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.