Mowing profits on the fields of greed
calculations in outwitting the weak
getting ahead for self-centered need
impatiently planning in egotistic heat
Cultivating multifold vice and misdeed
excusing it as most common, practical feed
forgetting finality, height of charitable deed
hazardous injustice and severity into the soul seep
Two-faced, double-tongued habitually ingrained
day by day expanding as offensive to look at stain
perfidious, double-dealing constantly wheeling
surges of guilt viewed only as an irritating feeling
Misdeed?! Under the rug sweep!
Lies after lies filling the well deep!
Are they safely covered?
Will they be discovered?
Lull the soul to sleep...
In iniquitous slime
In vain, trying to bliss leap!
"What's unfitting with exertion for me?"
Foolishness! End the prattle!
The means matter!
The aims matter!
Each intent matters!
The Final End
The final sentence,
The Thunderous Voice announces
Wickedness, self-love forever denounces
The final sentence is...
"All efforts wasted by thee,"
"Nothing was done - out of love - for ME"...