Heritage ... that's all?
Job 20:29 New English Translation (NET Bible)
29 Such is the lot God allots the wicked,
and the heritage of his appointment from God.”
Heritage … that’s all?
Every day will be "Thanksgiving" and then it’s gone
One day to bring to remembrance to be grateful
Who will be the turkey sacrificed and overdone?
And who will shut his mouth and not be hateful?
Will I invite some others and share my “pre-owned” table?
I’ll tell them what to bring and I’ll be their just desert?
Do we then act our part in sure pretension that we’re able?
Since we locked together in by what we’re thinking we deserve?
Living and happy in a country that seems to be enslaved
As desire, wants, and wishes rake us in without restrain
Depravity at best makes life for most a competitive game
With no winners at the end as few receive the “precious” name
All are “membered-in” by me to who knows what?
Stored somewhere in my memories’ vague condition
All the dreams from early childhood disappeared into
“What will be must be”, in the wind of time’s collusion
The most fruitful seem now helpless as possibly they’ll be
Like being neutered and softly placed in another dimension
With offspring cloned after self in deeper thought of being free
With nowhere to find an escape from inherited pretension
Jan Wienen
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