Respect 2

Psalm 40:4 

Blessed is that man who makes the Lord his trust,

And does not respect the proud, nor such as turn aside to lies.

 

Respect (phil)

 

Through turmoil and consistent murk

scum rises to the top.

It is easy to recognize this jerk

for what he touches seems to rot.

 

Now turmoil is all around,

so scum enjoys success.

"We" wish to stay on solid ground

so we can do our best.

 

We enjoy the calm effect

as cream rises to great heights,

where admiration and honor rest

in earnestly and might.

 

Respect! Respect! Who earns it now?

Is it you or me?

Or, does it matter anyhow

as long as some respect is here?

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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