Pick and Shovel

Pick and Shovel                      11/1/2016

There is nothing hidden

That will not be known

And no murder

Left uncovered. 

Many are the chances

For the good to repent

To examine the past

And change the future.

But for those who lie

They live on borrowed sin

Lifted up by deceit

And controlled by guilt. 

Thriving by cowardice

And profiting off despair

The powerful grow rich

And drunk with pride.

Wandering down the rabbit hole

They create their own truth

Where good is evil

And evil is good.

Years and decades pass

For what it seems like forever

As one thing becomes another

Farther and farther down

The highway of death. 

The wide and easy thoroughfare

Littered with bodies and secrets

Avoidable by choice

And obedience. 

The road was hard

And the mistakes they were plenty

We who fell down again and again

Pulling ourselves up by a branch

When our feet began to slip. 

It was never about the summit

Because it was all about the effort

The peace of knowing

All we had done

And all we had tried. 

Many sleep

Having tried their best

Waiting for us

Ahead of the steep.

We shall all laugh together

At the greatest warm embrace

All of us at last

Free from the race.