Unaware of Her Deeds

You and I are in strange times

Where the innocent are victims and the evil so sublime

How I have seen fate turn on a dime

As though the motion of a wind chime,

The contradictions of outright lies

Even political officials who always deny

Oh yes they think they’re so sly

Hearing the news sometimes just makes you sigh,

Does he watch from outside our dimension?

Does he see the suffering and apprehension?

Can we really be assured of a spiritual ascension?

Forgive me Lord for a doubtful mention,

In times like these it’s easy to lose one self

To become benign and left on a shelf

She left me unaware of her deeds and herself

While most don’t even ask for the meaning of life itself,

Strange times we live in

Disorientation is a given

So many who are performance driven

Never asking if they’ll be forgiven,

In these strange times I belong in a space suit

Somewhere where people won’t shoot

Maybe once in the midst of battle I played a flute

I’m sorry to say there were sins I could not refute,

These are strange times indeed

Will the state of Texas secede?

Will our nation succumb to greed?

Will we ever become salvation’s new breed?