_A Good Man_
Who’s a good man,
When his eyes lust
From dawn to dusk
His soul in sin covered like rust.
Who’s a good man,
When alone he makes no plan
Sews no seeds by word nor hand,
But spends by debt, a toy for a grand.
Who’s a good man,
When he breaks his word
As one would break bread
And lies about his works
From his head.
Who’s a good man
When he scurries to shadows
To merge with his flesh
And binds himself to the empty
Drowning his character, his best.
Who’s a good man,
When men shall seek rest
Over gathering his community
To invest.
Who’s a good man,
When he strides to impress
With momentary material,
Conquest.
Who’s a good man,
When the world is broken
And wickedness is the union,
And men be not of God,
But of his perversions,
Cutting himself, from morals,
And creation.