Eight Hours

Eight Hours   9/12/2013

Some people

Get paid to lie

And some people

Get paid to pretend.

Slaves to a promise

That may never come

And beholden for a paycheck

Devalued every day.

The pie does not get bigger

Just because the pieces get smaller

And what value does it have?

When it’s all artificial

Fixed and fake.

We take what we are given

And force ourselves to smile

Another day working the wheel

And jumping through hoops.

Anything can be justified

If you are evil and corrupt

And anyone can be used

If you are empty and dead.

But even this is a joke

Because all of it comes undone

Evaporating into nothing

Like a temporary wisp of smoke.

God looks at us

And doesn’t miss a thing

Providing for the good

Who seek and believe.

Smile and let them stew

For they have lost

Even while they think

That they have won. 

Stronger than laws

And legislated morality

Enforced or unenforced

Worthless and corrupt.

We will sleep

And we will live

Surviving and prospering

By faith and heart. 

Loss is nothing

And less is more

As our lives fill up

And overflow.