How shall we describe the good?
I think it oft misunderstood
On forest floors
the leaves will rot
and furnish life where once was naught
But human hands will snatch at straws
when bales are held within their claws
The first is of prosperity
the next, full of austerity
And yet the good is not perceived
Its truth is mocked by heinous deeds
With frenzied feet
the human gropes
to satiate his idle hopes
However
Clutching but what is their due
the right to life and freedom true
Each humble man will brim his cup
In blissful rest, his lips will sup
ScrutinyInFaith 