Who am I to question the ways of the world,
as if my place on the planet is any more or less.
I confess, certain things are troubling,
but maybe that’s just to me & not to you.

Can we ever be tolerant of one another?
Can we not be at peace
with the wickedness
& why are we so angry,
want to ****
at the drop of a hat?

I can disavow & even disown,
but the very
bones of my body
will still cry out,
moan for
some relief
from all this piety.

And surely karma will reap
what one has sown.