Credit holds a mystery:
Marked down as a misery.
Of how we're unfit to understand
how to give ourselves enough.
Yet, the dim witters gather more attention:
Than honesty, hard work,
and the choice to do good-
gather praise.
No one reflects on righteous acts.
Fools as essential, as salt- a spice.
And there's this snippet he said-
childish petulance:
It played us like tiny toy soldiers,
and we treat one another as such.
Lost connection with the company who keep us.
Focused on flipping the world,
failing to see what's on our own streets.
Whatever it could be, humanity has become:
Whether rich, convenient, ungrateful, or miserable-
step outside yourself.
