Maybe what is left right now

should be left behind.

For seeds sowed soon will flourish

so the fruits of them won’t be mine.

There is no hope unless Christ is there

there is no consolation.

Maybe I’m blind as I’m here

in a false sense of salvation.

What about the rest of them

whose teeth are always sharpened?

They’ll chew on the ones that trusted them

their conscience never bothered.

The men I would have trusted

the ones I thought would keep me.

I cannot trust them any more

for I know that they will cheat me.

Are my expectations now to remain

just above an average of zero?

Is not hope set aside for the weak

and not for the self-appointed hero?

Jan Wienen